• Girl with the burning golden eyes,
    And red-bird song, and snowy throat:
    I bring you gold and silver moons,
    And diamond stars, and mists that float.
    I bring you moons and snowy clouds,
    I bring you prarie skies to-night
    To feebly praise your golden eyes
    And red-bird song, and throat so white.
    ~Vachel Lindsay "To Gloriana"
    God wrote His loveliest poem on the day
    He made the first silver poplar tree,
    And set it high upon a pale-gold hill
    For all the new enchanted earth to see.