Silver Noon, by Peter France The gleam of silver at noon /
Has not yet scattered the mist, /
Shot through with wounds of the sun /
The mist is still yellower at noon, /
St...
Silver noon, by R. H. Morrison Towards noon the mist is still not /
Dispersed by the silvery glitter, /
Towards noon the mist has become /
Even yellower from the sun’s wounds,...