A prizèd blade Of coppered gold, hued like a battle morning.
Hued as a peacock's plumage, wide unfurled, The sea dreams, smiling.
She was hued like flame as the great thoughts leaped in her.
In high lights it hued to dull silver-gray, in the shadows it deadened to utter black.
The eggs were snowy cushions of delight on golden tablets of toast, and the butter was hued like ...