Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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ON AN EXQUISITE CLOUD-APPEARANCE,
JULY 9th. |
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ON AN EXQUISITE CLOUD-APPEARANCE, JULY 9th.
Oh for what purpose were those flocks of cloud,Beyond the Coan fabric's rarest proof,
Spun out so fine that Fancy holds aloof
From touch, and fairy hands should be allowed
Alone to finger them; and might be proud
To work them up in magic weft and woof
To form an awning or pavilion roof
For Queen Titania, or fairy shroud
For Puck “laid out” in state? How exquisite
Those long-drawn-out and gossamer-like streaks
Of fleeciness, too fine for touch, nay, sight;
Though one sense th' other supplements and ekes!
Of the loom of the elements that so light
And wondrous woof the unique work bespeaks!
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