Sonnet.
O Cloud so golden, stealing o'er the sky, Like pensive thought across a virgin mind, Scarce sadder than the sunshine left behind; Would that o'er heaven with thee my soul could fly, Scanning Earth's beauty with a lover's eye, Tracing the waving waters and the woods, Their sleepy shades and silent solitudes, Where all the summer through I long to lie. O Cloud so golden stealing o'er the sky, Sail'd I within thy bosom o'er heaven's main, Methinks that, gazing downward on the glory, The liquid loveliness of sea and plain, Of mountain, isle, and leafy promontory, My soul would melt and fall again in rain.
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"O Cloud so golden, stealing o'er the sky,..."
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