Pallor gold on the mountains;
Spring gold in the west;
Rosy gold on her away-turned face:
She is honey-tressed.
Amber sets the shadows;
The heifer’s withers gild;
Finches sparkle under leaves;
And the freshet’s filled.
Dionysus gifted me.
Gold fills her eyes like shells fill the sea.
Small flower in a garden, secret from me;
Primrose drifting on a saffron sea.
When yellow apples gorge the trees
And wheat locks drop in the light,
Search her umber smile, she smiles
The golden blight.