 | Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight |  |
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V. CLOUDS.
Nobody looks at the cloudsWith a love that equals mine,
I know them in their beauty,
In the Morn or Even shine.
I know them and possess them,
My Castles in the air,
My Palaces, Cathedrals,
And Hanging Gardens fair.
Sometimes I think, star-gazing,
That many a monarch proud,
Has far less joy in his Halls of stone
Than I in my Halls of Cloud.
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