John Milton on Clouds
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“The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.”
“Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?”
“So when the sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.”
“There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.”