Evenings light of amber,

In light instead of sound.

Softemng in degree,---

With the showers of summer,

At the curfew-sounding,--- ;

For my thoughts to live in;

Bring a shadow green and still

Where the lark is singing;

To which I looked with thee.

Let them! Wipe such visionings

But still, unchanged shall be,---

Sidelong star to watch it,---

Ranged, for sculptures, round the room,---

And too low for Heaven!

Here in my soul,---that moonlit cloud,

Bring the red cloud from the sun

Some be birds of paradise,---

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Hush! I talk my dream aloud---

From a sunset solemn!

Those too, perfumed for a proof,

Use the blue place of the sky,

Than the seen, around him.

When the sunbeams come here;

Bring a purple from the hill,

Faced with amber column,---

I would build a cloudy House

In the mutest of the house,

Bring them calm and white in;

I build it bright to see,---

While he sinketh, catch it.

Crowned with crimson cupola

Naiads, without sources

From the noontide zenith

Turning t九_九_藏_書o a sound like rain,

Dowered with his immortal.

Veined by the lightning.

To which I looked with THEE!

From the lilies edges:

To which I looked with thee!

Waters stringed for such,---

Cloud-walls of the mornings grey,

Turning sadness into good,

Bring the fantasque cloudlets home

From the chestnut forest,

For the door within;

That shall be a couch,---with one

Pale and glimmering;

Whereupon the foot shall fall

Build a spacious hall thereby:

Build the entrance high and proud,

When the heat is sorest;

Cloudy whttpｓ://rｅａｄ•99ｃｓｗ•ｃｏmalls divide and fly,

Wandering harpers, harping on

Solemnising every mood,

Bring the dews the birds shake off,

Silence at the door shall use

With a vibrant touch.

Which the wind is clearing;

Waking in the hedges,---

Cupola and column proud,

Following their own prayers.

The sun may darken,---heaven be bowed---

Poets thought,----not poets sigh!

Darkening and then brightening,---

From the Fancys cartel---

Boldly, never fearing.

Spread them out from wall to wall,

Carpet九_九_藏_書-wove around,---

Whence to form a mirror pure,

Fit for poets finest Thought,

Unrhymed and unwritten.

Such as children wish to climb,

Love secures some fairer things

I build it on the moonlit cloud,

When for earth too fancy-loose

Named as Fancy weeneth:

Something of the song at least,

Las, they come together!

That shall be a morning chair,

Be my chamber tapestried

Bring a grey cloud from the east,

May mists, for the casements, fetch,

If a riven thunder-cloud,

For Loves self-delighting.

Poet-dream may sit in,

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As I enter in.

Things unseen being nearer brought

From our Englands field and moor,

Branched with corridors sublime,

Use one with an iris-stain,

I will have my chamber:

When it leans out on the air,

Flecked with winding stairs---

Some be Junos, without eyes;

As in April weather!

And a smell of spring.

Gone---except that moonlit cloud,

Close, but soundless,---glorified

Some, Olympian horses.

Unlost in the bringing:

As I turn the key.

Drawing colours, for a tune,