Thursday, November 25, 2010

The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 3

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.


Sylvia K said...

Beautiful skies and beautiful words to match, as always! Wishing you and your family a very Happy Thanksgiving!


Frostbite and Sunburn said...

a lovely clam, cool shot

KaHolly said...

Just lovely!! Gives me pause at just the right moment! Thanks. ~karen