Shineful

For when our Lord at land found need, The nag he rode, the shineful steed.

Thought and sorrow were written all over to do all winter but lie back in the chimney him, from the crown of his once shineful dicer corner and drink cider and tell lies about the even unto the soles of his pegged-out shoes.

[…] the sun came, shineful through the window, flecking the room with rich spots of colour; […]

In glass as shineful as eternal night I hold you, Kathleen, as the countless stars; […]