Ten thousand shapes

Clouds rack & drive before the wind
In shapes & forms of every kind
Like waves that rise without the roar
& rocks that guard an untrodden shore
Now castles pass majestic by
& ships in peaceful havens lie
These gone ten thousand shapes ensue
For ever beautiful & new

The scattered clouds lie calm & still
& day throws gold on every hill
Their thousand heads in glory run
As each were worlds & owned a sun
The rime it clings to everything
It beards the early buds of spring
The mossy pales the orchard spray
Are feathered with its silver-grey

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