noon
A fortnight later , he hands him the following , which he jealously kept among his papers . I dreamt I was a donkey-boy again . Out on the sun-swept roads of Baalbek , I tramp behind my burro , trolling my _ mulayiah _ . At noon , I pass by a garden redolent of mystic scents and tarry awhile . Under an orange tree , on the soft green grass , I stretch my limbs . The daisies , the anemones , and the cyclamens are round me pressing : The anemone buds hold out to me their precious rubies ; the daisies kiss me in the eyes and lips ; and the cyclamens shake their powder in my hair . On the wall , the roses are nodding , smiling ; above me the orange blossoms surrender themselves to the wooing breeze ; and on yonder rock the salamander sits , complacent and serene .