XIX
The clouds pass
Over the polished mirror of the sky:
The clouds pass, puffs of grey,
There is no star.
The clouds pass slowly:
Suddenly a disengaged star flashes.
The night is cold and the clouds
Roll slowly over the sky.
The clouds pass
Over the polished mirror of the sky:
The clouds pass, puffs of grey,
There is no star.
The clouds pass slowly:
Suddenly a disengaged star flashes.
The night is cold and the clouds
Roll slowly over the sky.