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CLOUDS
Onriding slow, at lofty height,
Were clouds in drift along the sky,
Of purple blue, and pink, and white,
In pack and pile, upreaching high,
For ever changing, as they flew,
Their shapes from new again to new.
Were clouds in drift along the sky,
Of purple blue, and pink, and white,
In pack and pile, upreaching high,
For ever changing, as they flew,
Their shapes from new again to new.
And some like rocks, and towers of stone,
Or hills, or woods, outreaching wide;
And some like roads, with dust upblown
In glittering whiteness off their side,
Outshining white, again to fade,
In figures made to be unmade.
Or hills, or woods, outreaching wide;
And some like roads, with dust upblown
In glittering whiteness off their side,
Outshining white, again to fade,
In figures made to be unmade.
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So things may meet, but never stand,
In life; they may be smiles or tears:
A joy in hope, and one in hand;
Some grounds of grief, and some of fears;
They may be good, or may be ill,
But never long abiding still.
In life; they may be smiles or tears:
A joy in hope, and one in hand;
Some grounds of grief, and some of fears;
They may be good, or may be ill,
But never long abiding still.
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