noon
I 'm sure , I am sorry I can speak Italian , since it has led to this mistake . '' `` Poh -- poh -- Griffin , you must n't lay everything to heart that comes wrong end foremost . Dine with me to-day , and we 'll talk the matter over at leisure . '' `` Now in the fervid noon the smooth bright sea Heaves slowly , for the wandering winds are dead That stirred it into foam . The lonely ship Rolls wearily , and idly flap the sails Against the creaking masts . The lightest sound Is lost not on the ear , and things minute Attract the observant eye . '' RICHARDSON .