‘ O THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE’.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

O that a chariot of cloud were mine!

Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,

When the moon over the ocean's line

Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.

O that a chariot of cloud were mine!

I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind

To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,

And the...