I would build a cloudy house
For my ts to live in;
oo fancy-loose
And too low for heaven!
alk my dream aloud---
I build it brigo see,---
I build it on t cloud,
to whee.
Cloud-he mornings grey,
Faced h amber column,---
Croh crimson cupola
From a sunset solemn!
May mists, for ts, fetch,
Pale and glimmering;
ith a sunbeam hid in each,
And a smell of spring.
Build trance high and proud,
Darkening and tening,---
If a riven thunder-cloud,
Veined by tning.
Use one ain,
For thin;
turning to a sound like rain,
As I enter in.
Build a spacious hereby:
Boldly, never fearing.
Use the sky,
he wind is clearing;
Branch corridors sublime,
Flecked airs---
Suco climb,
Folloheir own prayers.
In test of the house,
I will have my chamber:
Silence at the door shall use
Evenings light of amber,
Solemnising every mood,
Softemng in degree,---
turning sadness into good,
As I turn the key.
Be my capestried
ithe showers of summer,
Close, but soundless,---glorified
he sunbeams come here;
andering harpers, harping on
aters stringed for such,---
Draune,
it touch.
Bring a sill
From tnut forest,
Bring a purple from the hill,
is sorest;
Spread t from o wall,
Carpet-wove around,---
shall fall
In ligead of sound.
Bring tasque cloudlets home
From tide zenith
Ranged, for sculptures, round the room,---
Named as Fancy h:
Some be Junos, eyes;
Naiads, sources
Some be birds of paradise,---
Some, Olympian horses.
Bring the birds shake off,
aking in the hedges,---
too, perfumed for a proof,
From the lilies edges:
From our Englands field and moor,
Bring te in;
o form a mirror pure,
For Loves self-delighting.
Bring a grey cloud from t,
he lark is singing;
Somet least,
Unlost in the bringing:
t shall be a morning chair,
Poet-dream may sit in,
leans out on the air,
Unrten.
Bring the sun
c.
t sh one
Sidelong star to c,---
Fit for poets finest t,
At the curfew-sounding,--- ;
t
the seen, around him.
Poets t,----not poets sigh!
Las, together!
Cloudy walls divide and fly,
As in April her!
Cupola and column proud,
Structure brigo see---
Gone---except t moonlit cloud,
to whee!
Let them! ipe such visionings
From tel---
Love secures some fairer things
Doal.
the sun may darken,---heaven be bowed---
But still, unchanged shall be,---
moonlit cloud,
to whEE!