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 WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 63 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 115 by ALFRED TENNYSON ADVICE TO MY YOUNG WIFE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 4. THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |