The Golden Darkness/Clouds
CLOUDS.
There is a splendor in the castled clouds
That float like ghosts of vanished Babylons,
When haughty silence moves above the crowds
And sunset fills the blue with carven bronze.
That float like ghosts of vanished Babylons,
When haughty silence moves above the crowds
And sunset fills the blue with carven bronze.
There is a grandeur in the peopled mists
Dark with the secret shadows of the sea,
Rolling to keep their hushed mysterious trysts
With phantom Babylons that are to be.
Dark with the secret shadows of the sea,
Rolling to keep their hushed mysterious trysts
With phantom Babylons that are to be.
O you who crowd the streets, and laugh and cry,
You do not realize some distant time
Silence shall chant the epics of the sky,
Your dream, your grief, the glitter of your prime;
You do not realize some distant time
Silence shall chant the epics of the sky,
Your dream, your grief, the glitter of your prime;
The shadows of your towers and lights and homes
Shall float above some unborn city’s domes.
Shall float above some unborn city’s domes.