“The wind sounds like a silver wire,And from beyond the noon a fireIs pour'd upon the hills, and nigherThe skies stoop down in their desire;And, isled in sudden seas of light,My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,Bursts into blossom in his sight.”

“The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.”

“I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range of sight, New earths, and skies and seas around. —”

“When the rain came it came first as the scent of rain, the grey air stained darker behind the hills. Then when it came down to us it was like thread and needles, piercing the jellyish water with a trillion tiny pricks, the silver threads attaching water to sky. And there too was the sound of rain, drumming gently upon the canvas cover where it was stretched taut at the back of the boat. It was so warm.”

“The planet Venus, a circle of silver in a green sky, pierced the edge of the evening while the wintry woods darkened about me and in the stillness the regular sound of my footsteps striking the pavement was like a the rhythmic beating of a giant stone heart.”

“But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wingsThat fill the sky with silver glitterings!”