BORN of the shadows that it passes through, Incessantly becoming and destroyed, Its form unchanged, its substance ever new, Builded from its own largess to the void; Of steady purpose innerly aware, Yet blindly borne upon the streaming air, -- Giving itself away, distributing Its own abundant heart in splendid showers, But not impoverished, since its losses bring Perpetual renewing all the hours: Drifting, sunlit or shadowed, to the sea, -- O cloud, thou hast a human destiny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE TO E. L., ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE by ALFRED TENNYSON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |