And with their shaded prows thrust in among the flowers, our three canoes seemed baiting by the way, like wearied steeds in a hawthorn lane.
High midsummer noon is more silent than night.

Most sweet a siesta then.

And noon dreams are day-dreams indeed; born under the meridian sun.

Pale Cynthia begets pale specter shapes; and her frigid rays best illuminate white nuns, marble monuments, icy glaciers, and cold tombs.
The sun rolled on.

And starting to his feet, arms clasped, and wildly staring, Yoomy exclaimed--"Nay, nay, thou shalt not depart, thou maid!--here, here I fold thee for aye!--Flown ?--A dream! Then siestas henceforth while I live.