Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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How strange yon' Cloud! round whose more solid height,Tho' Cloud itself, like Cloudlets, vapors grey
Are curling, gilded with the setting ray.
Yon' rosy wave, now seen, now lost to sight,
Blends with a thousand Playmates, each more bright
And lovely than his fellow: how they play
Whelplike, on their vast parent's Bosom! Day
Is melting gorgeous, with rainbowlight,
From the far West, and sober Evening,
Like Thought on some high Pageantry's
Fastfleeting splendors watching, on slow wing
Advances unobserved athawrt the skies,
With surer conquest. Lo! the Blazoning
Of Hand Divine fades off, the Glory dies!
Gone, like a Dream; snatched from my wondering Eyes,
As Nature were too rich to care for such a Thing!
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