Island Nights' Entertainments

I saw that island first when it was neither night nor morning. The moon was to the west, setting, but still brand bright. To the east, and right amidships of the dawn, which was all pink, the daystar sparkled like a diamond. The land breeze blew in our faces, and smelt strong of wild lime and vanilla: other things besides, but these were the most plain; and the chill of it set me sneezing...