Plump little baby clouds, Dimpled and soft, Rock in their air cradle, Swinging aloft. Snowy cloud mothers With broad bosoms white, Watch o'er the baby clouds Slumbering light. Tired little baby clouds Dreaming of fears, Rock in their air cradles, Dropping soft tears. Great brooding mother clouds Watching o'er all, Let their warm mother tears Tenderly fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER THE SCHOOLROOM OF POETS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PRESENTIMENT by CHARLOTTE BRONTE QUILCA HOUSE TO THE DEAN by HENRY BROOKE |