Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 2

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;

13 comments:

Arija said...

Your picture fits the verse perfectly except for the dead and naked trees. The light snow-cover is just perfect.

Chris said...

Wonderful scenery and text for a beautiful post.

Tranquility said...

Such a lovely spot!

Susan at Stony River said...

I'd forgotten that poem, but it's beautiful--and a perfect fit!
Happy Skywatching--

P-TER said...

Beuatiful with the clouds !
Great shot!
Gr.
P-TER

Janie said...

I enjoyed the poem and the photo.

Pearl Maple said...

Great photo for sky watch friday, the stark white and dark contrast against the blue sky is beautiful.

Eric said...

It looks cold but very beautifull to me, well done!!

Have a great SWF

This Is My Blog - fishing guy said...

EB: So strange to see snow when we are in August. Wonderful photo of the mountains.

Marju said...

Beautiful!!

Sally in WA said...

Beautiful picture and verse.

Regina said...

Awesome sky!

Adrienne in Ohio said...

I know fires are part of the cycle of the forest, but burned-out section of trees makes me sad. The clouds are pretty though!