Like golden shuttles flung by spirit hands,
Weaving invisible their magic strands,
Darted quick orioles in joyous bands.
Fond helianthus turned her fervent face,
Meek antirrhinum paled and grew apace;
Late dandelions, robed in cloth of gold,
With golden-rod, upsprung from out the mould,
And pensive, gold-eyed daisies pranked the wold.
As snowy, gold-rimmed cloudlets hide the sky,
So hid her eyelid's golden fringe her eye: