WITH shape to shape, all day, And change to change, by foreland, firth, and bay, The cloud comes down from wandering with the wind, Through gloom and gleam across the green waste seas; And, leaving the white cliff and lone tower bare To empty air, Slips down the windless west, and grows defined In splendor by degrees. And, blown by every wind Of wonder through all regions of the mind, From hope to fear, from doubt to sweet despite Changing all shapes, and mingling snow with fire, The thought of her descends, sleeps o'er the bounds Of passion, grows, and rounds Its golden outlines in a gradual light Of still desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER REPLY TO A NOTE FROM CAPTAIN RIDDEL by ROBERT BURNS VERSES FOR A NOBLE EARL'S PICTURE by ROBERT BURNS THE OUTLAW by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. SITTING ON THE SHORE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK LULLABY (1) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO THE EXCELLENT MASTER OF MUSIC, SIGNIOR PIETRO REGGIO, ON HIS SONGS by THOMAS FLATMAN BEELZEBUB'S REMONSTRANCE (ON RIVINGTON'S APOLOGY FOR LYING) by PHILIP FRENEAU |