Noon on the marshes and noon on the hills, And joy in the white sail that shivers and fills. Gold are the grain lands, and gold is the sea, And gold is my little love maid to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO [MARCH 6, 1835] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |