I tell you, my friend, for a time I walked on golden clouds.

It took longer than ever before but finally he entered a great, golden, warm cloud and was asleep.

The north was a mackerel sky of little, fiery golden clouds.

I went out on the terrace, and stood looking across the ocean, where the sun was setting into a bed of golden clouds.

She hugged him long and hard, burying her chin in the golden cloud of his hair.

For an instant it seemed that something hung over them, a golden cloud like a September haze.

The hair at the juncture of her legs was a dark golden cloud.

It was dawn, with a very red sun prising its way through golden clouds.

Now it showed a rearing horse, surrounded by golden clouds.

How blue the sky was, with those great banks of golden cloud in the south!