noon
`` What else should I do to him who has stolen the sun from my sky , the fragrance from my rose ? '' The man seized her by the wrist , and , pulling her to him , bent down , whispering soft , passionate words . `` Shall I tell thee , love flower , what love is ? It is the gold of noon , and the silver of night , the might of the lion , and the soft cooing of the gentle dove . As the slender vine around the straight palm , so will my love twine around thy heart . Yea , and even as the banyan tree sends out branches to draw dew from the rounded breast of earth , my love shall yearn towards thee . Day and her lover , Night , with the Dawn and the Sunset their children ; the stag and the gentle doe , with their fierce horned offspring , and their offspring as round and smooth even as thy throat .