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The Cloud

Translation of Nathan Haskell Dole

TO the giant cliff’s wide bosom straying

Came a golden cloud, and soon was sleeping.

In the early dawn it woke, and leaping,

Hurried down the blue sky, gayly playing.

On the old cliff’s wrinkled breast remaining,

Was a humid trace of dew-drops only.

Lost in thought the cliff stands, silent, lonely;

In the wilderness its tears are raining!