noon
So : may the next Mardi that 's made , be one entire grape ; and mine the squeezing ! '' `` Look , look ! my lord , '' cried Yoomy , `` what a glorious shore we pass . '' Sallying out into the high golden noon , with golden-beaming goblets suspended , we gazed . `` This must be Kolumbo of the south , '' said Mohi . It was a long , hazy reach of land ; piled up in terraces , traced here and there with rushing streams , that worked up gold dust alluvian , and seemed to flash over pebbled diamonds . Heliotropes , sun-flowers , marigolds gemmed , or starred the violet meads , and vassal-like , still sunward bowed their heads .