Percy Bysshe Shelley on Clouds
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“…fertile golden islands, Floating on a silver sea.”
“…feathery curtains, Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch.”
“Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.”
“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.”