The Cloud ~ by, Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night ’tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven’s blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent’s thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the Sun’s throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon’s with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,–
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
Thanks Robyn, so wonderful to wake up to this Rhapsody…beautiful image…the clouds have been amazing all week…lovely…;)
June 10, 2012 at 7:17 AM
Thanks Meryl… I could not find your comment and then realized you were over here on the “page” ~ yes I have noticed and taken too many shots of very exotic this week… Was lucky to have this poem in waiting to match up. Now have discovered Shelley’s work – and am pretty taken by it! The Blog project leads us into some really great places sometimes 😉
June 10, 2012 at 11:05 AM
Yes, I think that’s the master plan…:)
June 10, 2012 at 5:25 PM
June 10, 2012 at 11:40 PM
Beautiful poem by Shelley with the picture of clouds in perfect sync. This is ‘creativity’!
My I present a modest picture of a cloud phenomenon from my blog?
With all good wishes for a happy day. 🙂
June 12, 2012 at 11:51 AM
Thank yo uso much dilipanaidu! I really appreciate your thoughtful comment… just took a peek at your clouds – they are BEAUTIFUL! Like you say – almost a symmetric type pattern ~ and yes – kids are much more in tune with these simple daily miracles… Can see you are a nature lover and creative spirit as well!! Sending you good wishes today ~ and visit anytime! RL
June 12, 2012 at 2:19 PM
November 25, 2012 at 2:49 PM
Thank you Claire!
November 25, 2012 at 3:31 PM