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 ms grey,

        Faced h amber n,---

        Croh crimson cupola

        From a su 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.

        I of the house,

        I will have my chamber:

        Sile 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 e 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 lands 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 m 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 fi,

        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 n 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, unged shall be,---

        moonlit cloud,

        to whEE!
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