Some be birds of paradise,---

Turning to a sound like rain,

To which I looked with thee.

Sidelong star to watch it,---

Whence to form a mirror pure,

Cloud-walls of the mornings grey,

Poet-dream may sit in,

Bring the red cloud from the sun

Following their own prayers.

Pale and glimmering;

Waking in the hedges,---

In light instead of sound.

From the lilies edges:

Be my chamber tapestried

Cupola and column proud,

Spread them out from wall to wall,

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Turning sadness into good,

At the curfew-sounding,--- ;

Bring the dews the birds shake off,

Naiads, without sources

With the showers of summer,

Which the wind is clearing;

Bring a grey cloud from the east,

While he sinketh, catch it.

Gone---except that moonlit cloud,

And a smell of spring.

To which I looked with THEE!

Those too, perfumed for a proof,

With a sunbeam hid in each,

Build a spacious hall thereby:

Structure bright to see---

Dowered with his immortal.

Ranged, for sculpt九-九-藏-書ures, round the room,---

Waters stringed for such,---

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

I build it bright to see,---

With a vibrant touch.

Such as children wish to climb,

When for earth too fancy-loose

From the chestnut forest,

Carpet-wove around,---

Build the entrance high and proud,

Unlost in the bringing:

Crowned with crimson cupola

I would build a cloudy House

Bring them calm and white in;

Unrhymed and unwritten.

Flecked with winding stairs---

That shall be a couch,---with one

But still, unhttps://read.99csw.comchanged shall be,---

Bring the fantasque cloudlets home

Where the lark is singing;

When it leans out on the air,

Branched with corridors sublime,

If a riven thunder-cloud,

Darkening and then brightening,---

Hush! I talk my dream aloud---

Whereupon the foot shall fall

As in April weather!

For Loves self-delighting.

Some be Junos, without eyes;

Cloudy walls divide and fly,

Wandering harpers, harping on

When the sunbeams come here;

Fit for poets finest Thought,

Than the seen, around him.

And too low for He九-九-藏-書aven!

As I turn the key.

Let them! Wipe such visionings

Bring a shadow green and still

Bring a purple from the hill,

For my thoughts to live in;

Boldly, never fearing.

Softemng in degree,---

In the mutest of the house,

Something of the song at least,

Named as Fancy weeneth:

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

As I enter in.

Evenings light of amber,

From our Englands field and moor,

May mists, for the casements, fetch,

That shall be a morning chair,

Love secures some fai九*九*藏*書rer things

Silence at the door shall use

Faced with amber column,---

For the door within;

Things unseen being nearer brought

I build it on the moonlit cloud,

From a sunset solemn!

Use the blue place of the sky,

To which I looked with thee!

When the heat is sorest;

From the noontide zenith

Las, they come together!

Some, Olympian horses.

Solemnising every mood,

Poets thought,----not poets sigh!

Drawing colours, for a tune,

I will have my chamber:

Veined by the lightning.

Use one with an iris-stain,

From the Fancys cartel---