noonlight

My starlight, my moonlight, my midnight, my noonlight, Unveil not, unveil not, or millions must pine.

1838 March, “To Mihri, By Rahiki, Native of Constantinople”, in The Dublin University Magazine, volume 11, number 63, page 300

The bull stepped around the crumpled body like a dainty lady avoiding a mud puddle, its tail swishing at heat and all the greenflies gathering in its wake, their own bodies flashing in the noonlight like a shattered gemstone tossed up in the heavy harbour air that would be Sam's last breath of Ceylon for ten years.

2011, Randy Boyagoda, Beggar's Feast