The Poet to the Cloud
Soft white cloud in the sky,
Wise are you in your day:
One side turned toward God on high,
One toward the world alway.
Soft white cloud, I too
Would bear me like to you.
So I might secrets learn
From heaven, and tell to men;
And so might their spirits beat and burn
To make it their country then.
Soft white cloud, make mine
Such manner of life as thine.
Wise are you in your day:
One side turned toward God on high,
One toward the world alway.
Soft white cloud, I too
Would bear me like to you.
So I might secrets learn
From heaven, and tell to men;
And so might their spirits beat and burn
To make it their country then.
Soft white cloud, make mine
Such manner of life as thine.
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