Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: THE CLOUD, by RENE FRANCOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME


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First Line: Couched on the turf, and lying mute and still
Last Line: And vanishing, lost in the infinite.
Alternate Author Name(s): Sully-prudhomme


Couched on the turf, and lying mute and still,
While the deep heaven lifts higher and more pure,
I love to watch, as if some hidden lure
It followed, one light cloud above the hill.
The flitting film takes many an aspect strange:
An orchard's snow; a far-off, sunlit sail;
A fleck of foam; a seraph's floating veil.
We see it altered, never see it change.
Now a soft shred detaches, fades from sight;
Another comes, melts, and the blue is clear
And clearer, as when breath has dimmed the steel.
Such is my changeful spirit, year by year:
A sigh, the soul of such a cloud, as light
And vanishing, lost in the infinite.





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