YON cloud, 't is bright and beautiful -- it floats Alone in God's horizon --on its edge The stars seem hung like pearls -- it looks as pure As 't were an angel's shroud -- the white cymar Of Purity just peeping through its folds, To give a pitying look on this sad world. Go visit it, and find that all is false; Its glories are but fog -- and its white form Is plighted to some thunder-gust.-- The rain, the wind, the lightning have their source In such bright meetings. Gaze not on the clouds, However beautiful -- Gaze at the sky -- The clear, blue, tranquil, fixed, and glorious sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE MEMORY OF H-- M-- by BERNARD BARTON THROUGH; A VISION OF VICTORY by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |