A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Long had I watched the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow! Even in its very motion there was rest; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given, And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onwards to the golden gates of heaven, Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DEAD OF THE WILDERNESS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK THE HAUNTED HOUSE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE LIGHT OF DAYS GONE BY by ALICE CARY |