I see in the clouds a kingdom, or a flower;
I discern in sometime shapes strange things, hour after hour.
The world arrives in droplets and wisps,
Sublimity is only shadows and mist.
I see these fields bloom every year.
I compare these to people, who disappear,
Nature blinks, and sorrow and thinking banishes;
I glimpse the whole truth when the whole truth vanishes.
Fancy sculpted rock into a shapely lawn.
A girl with a perfect shape who stood here is gone.
In heaven, I will shoot straight up through cloud
To see the sun. If heaven is cloudy, this should be allowed;
My greatest dream was cloud on cloud on cloud.
Once, I decided earthly life was no good:
Let the sun be the dish, and clouds my only food.