When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock of sheep, Which told me how those clouds came there. That flock of sheep, on that green grass, Well it might lie so still and proud! Its likeness had been drawn in heaven, On a blue sky, in silvery cloud. I gazed me up, I gazed me down, And swore, though good the likeness was, 'Twas a long way from justice done To such white wool, such sparkling grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON THE NIGHT EXPRESS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE STILL LIFE by ANNE MILLAY BREMER LINES ADDRESSED TO THE REV. J.T. BECHER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |