Cloud Thoughts

Above the clouds I sail, above the clouds,

And wish my mind

Above its clouds could climb as well,

And leave behind

The world and all its crowds,

And ever dwell

In such a calm and limpid solitude

With ne'er a breath unkind or harsh or rude

To break the spell —

With ne'er a thought to drive away

The golden splendour of the day.

Alone and lost beneath the tranquil blue,

My God! With you!