noon
After Dinner As in dreams I behold thee again , Willamila ! as in dreams , once again I stroll through thy cool shady groves , oh fairest of the vallies of Mardi ! the thought of that mad merry feasting steals over my soul till I faint . Prostrate here and there over the bones of Donjalolo 's sires , the royal bacchanals lay slumbering till noon . `` Which are the deadest ? '' said Babbalanja , peeping in , `` the live kings , or the dead ones ? '' But the former were drooping flowers sought to be revived by watering .