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THE AUTUMN CLOUD
“I acknowledge I am gloomy,” said the Cloud,
“But I wear the only colour I'm allowed.
If I meet you in your rambles
On the moor in search of brambles,
Though my raindrops want to kiss you
I will do my best to miss you,”
Said the Cloud.
“But I wear the only colour I'm allowed.
If I meet you in your rambles
On the moor in search of brambles,
Though my raindrops want to kiss you
I will do my best to miss you,”
Said the Cloud.
“But, remember, I am Duty,” said the Cloud,
“And neglect of duty cannot be allowed.
What I carry must be shaken
From my bosom, and be taken
By the multitudes that link me
With their nature when they drink me,”
Said the Cloud.
“And neglect of duty cannot be allowed.
What I carry must be shaken
From my bosom, and be taken
By the multitudes that link me
With their nature when they drink me,”
Said the Cloud.
“Next, remember, I am Beauty,” said the Cloud,
“And neglect of beauty cannot be allowed.
I am loveliness for cherries,
Little drops of wine in berries,
And a part of all the swaying
When the wind and wheat are playing,”
Said the Cloud.
“And neglect of beauty cannot be allowed.
I am loveliness for cherries,
Little drops of wine in berries,
And a part of all the swaying
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Said the Cloud.
“Recollect that I am Wisdom,” said the Cloud,
“And defeat of wisdom cannot be allowed.
If the world were always sunny,
Bees would die for want of honey,
And the corn could never thank me
In a whisper while it drank me.”
Said the Cloud.
“And defeat of wisdom cannot be allowed.
If the world were always sunny,
Bees would die for want of honey,
And the corn could never thank me
In a whisper while it drank me.”
Said the Cloud.
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