Who covereth thyself with light as a garment: who stretchest out
the heavens like a curtain:
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh
the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits: his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be
removed for ever.
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There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam read more
There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size
And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size
And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the read more
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light read more
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To read more
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy.
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a read more
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale.
Very like a whale.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
