22.07.2007, 18:46
To the clouds
O ye who ride upon the wand’ring gale,
And silently, yet swiftly pass away –
I love to view you, when the glimmering ray
Of early morning tints your forms so pale,
Or when meek twilight gleams above the steep,
As in fantastic changeful shapes ye fly
Far in the west, - when smiles the summer sky,
Or when rough wintry winds with fury sweep
Along the hill your darkly-frowning forms,
All desolate and gloomy as my heart.
Ah! could I but from this sad earth depart
And wander careless as the roving storms
Amidst your shadowy scenes-borne by the wind,
Far I would fly, and leave my woes behind!
O ye who ride upon the wand’ring gale,
And silently, yet swiftly pass away –
I love to view you, when the glimmering ray
Of early morning tints your forms so pale,
Or when meek twilight gleams above the steep,
As in fantastic changeful shapes ye fly
Far in the west, - when smiles the summer sky,
Or when rough wintry winds with fury sweep
Along the hill your darkly-frowning forms,
All desolate and gloomy as my heart.
Ah! could I but from this sad earth depart
And wander careless as the roving storms
Amidst your shadowy scenes-borne by the wind,
Far I would fly, and leave my woes behind!