CLOUDS Titanic, masters of the hills, Mountainous in grandeur, unconfined, This morning, ere the sun rose and the wind, Ye were but water-drops in earthen rills; Footless ye were, and bound in flower and grass, The narrow confines of a leaf could hold Yon vapour striving unto heights untold, Rising above each mantled peak and pass. Ah, spirit, spirit, water-drop confined In tiny realm of purposes and will, So with the sun, thy vapours rise and fill And Titan shadows move along the wind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |