Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-08-16
WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 16, 1882.
THE CLOUD.
BY SHELLEY.

l bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the and the streams;
1 bear hight shades for the leaves when laid
In their MONDAY dreams.
From my wings are shaken the deWs that WaKen
The sweet buds everyone.
When rocked to rest on their mothers breast,
As she dances about the sun.
/ WELD the fail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as pass it in thunder.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the nignt tits my pillow white,
While | sleep in the arms OF the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In cavern under, is fettered the thunder,
1t struggles and bowls in fits:
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion.
This pilot is guiding me,
Iured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills and the crags and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And all the while bask in heavens blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolvlng in rains.
The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes
And his burning plumes outspread
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack
When the morning star shines dead
AS on the Jag of mountain crag
Which an earthquake rocks and SWINGS
An eagle ALT, one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when sunset may breathe, from the Lit sea be-
meath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,
And the crimson psi of eve may fan
From the depth or heaven above,
With wings folded rest on mine airy nest,
AS still as brooding dove
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon,
Ghdes gliInmerlng DER my deece-l1ke floor,
BY the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the heat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels here,
May have broken the woof Of my tents thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And laugh to see them whirl and fee,
Like swarm of golden bees,
When l widen the rent in my wind-built tent
Till the calm river, lakes and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
L Dind the suns throne with a burning zone,
And the moons with girdle of pearl:
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape with bridge-like shape,
Over torrent-sea.
Sunbeam-proof, hang like roof,
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch, through which march
With hurricane. fire and snow,
When the powers of the air are chained to my
chair,
Is the million-colored bow:
The sphere-ire above, its soft colors wove,
Whilst the moist earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of earth and water,
And the nursing of the sky;
pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
1 change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain, when with never stain
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex
CLEANS,
Build up the blue dome of air
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like child from the womb like ghost from the
tomb,
rise and unbuild it again.