noon
It is the world of mind ; wherein the wanderer may gaze round , with more of wonder than Balboa 's band roving through the golden Aztec glades . But fiery yearnings their own phantom-future make , and deem it present . So , if after all these fearful , fainting trances , the verdict be , the golden haven was not gained ; -- yet , in bold quest thereof , better to sink in boundless deeps , than float on vulgar shoals ; and give me , ye gods , an utter wreck , if wreck I do . A Flight Of Nightingales From Yoomy 's Mouth By noon , down came a calm . `` Oh Neeva ! good Neeva ! kind Neeva !