CLOUDS in the skies above, hastily scurrying Over blue steppes, in a pearly row endlessly, Are you, as I am, to banishment hurrying, From the lov'd North to the South going friendlessly? Who is compelling you? Destiny's ruthlessness? Envy concealed? or discover'd iniquity? Or is it friends with a venomous truthlessness? Is it the burden of sinful obliquity? No! you are weary of fields lying wastingly.... Strangers to passion and strangers to punishment, Always at liberty, cold everlastingly, You have no country, you know not of banishment! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER SONG: 6 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A POSTSCRIPT by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 100 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CHARM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |