noon
And with their shaded prows thrust in among the flowers , our three canoes seemed baiting by the way , like wearied steeds in a hawthorn lane . High midsummer noon is more silent than night . Most sweet a siesta then . And noon dreams are day-dreams indeed ; born under the meridian sun . Pale Cynthia begets pale specter shapes ; and her frigid rays best illuminate white nuns , marble monuments , icy glaciers , and cold tombs . The sun rolled on . And starting to his feet , arms clasped , and wildly staring , Yoomy exclaimed -- `` Nay , nay , thou shalt not depart , thou maid !