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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House Of Clouds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would build a cloudy House<br> For my thoughts to live in;<br>When for earth too fancy-loose<br> And too low for Heaven!<br>Hush! I talk my dream aloud---<br> I build it bright to see,---<br>I build it on the moonlit cloud,<br> To which I looked with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloud-walls of the morning's grey,<br> Faced with amber column,---<br>Crowned with crimson cupola<br> From a sunset solemn!<br>May mists, for the casements, fetch,<br> Pale and glimmering;<br>With a sunbeam hid in each,<br> And a smell of spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Build the entrance high and proud,<br> Darkening and then brightening,---<br>If a riven thunder-cloud,<br> Veined by the lightning.<br>Use one with an iris-stain,<br> For the door within;<br>Turning to a sound like rain,<br> As I enter in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Build a spacious hall thereby:<br> Boldly, never fearing.<br>Use the blue place of the sky,<br> Which the wind is clearing;<br>Branched with corridors sublime,<br> Flecked with winding stairs---<br>Such as children wish to climb,<br> Following their own prayers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the mutest of the house,<br> I will have my chamber:<br>Silence at the door shall use<br> Evening's light of amber,<br>Solemnising every mood,<br> Softemng in degree,---<br>Turning sadness into good,<br> As I turn the key.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be my chamber tapestried<br> With the showers of summer,<br>Close, but soundless,---glorified<br> When the sunbeams come here;<br>Wandering harpers, harping on<br> Waters stringed for such,---<br>Drawing colours, for a tune,<br> With a vibrant touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring a shadow green and still<br> From the chestnut forest,<br>Bring a purple from the hill,<br> When the heat is sorest;<br>Spread them out from wall to wall,<br> Carpet-wove around,---<br>Whereupon the foot shall fall<br> In light instead of sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring the fantasque cloudlets home<br> From the noontide zenith<br>Ranged, for sculptures, round the room,---<br> Named as Fancy weeneth:<br>Some be Junos, without eyes;<br> Naiads, without sources<br>Some be birds of paradise,---<br> Some, Olympian horses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring the dews the birds shake off,<br> Waking in the hedges,---<br>Those too, perfumed for a proof,<br> From the lilies' edges:<br>From our England's field and moor,<br> Bring them calm and white in;<br>Whence to form a mirror pure,<br> For Love's self-delighting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring a grey cloud from the east,<br> Where the lark is singing;<br>Something of the song at least,<br> Unlost in the bringing:<br>That shall be a morning chair,<br> Poet-dream may sit in,<br>When it leans out on the air,<br> Unrhymed and unwritten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring the red cloud from the sun<br> While he sinketh, catch it.<br>That shall be a couch,---with one<br> Sidelong star to watch it,---<br>Fit for poet's finest Thought,<br> At the curfew-sounding,--- ;<br>Things unseen being nearer brought<br> Than the seen, around him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poet's thought,----not poet's sigh!<br> 'Las, they come together!<br>Cloudy walls divide and fly,<br> As in April weather!<br>Cupola and column proud,<br> Structure bright to see---<br>Gone---except that moonlit cloud,<br> To which I looked with thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let them! Wipe such visionings<br> From the Fancy's cartel---<br>Love secures some fairer things<br> Dowered with his immortal.<br>The sun may darken,---heaven be bowed---<br> But still, unchanged shall be,---<br>Here in my soul,---that moonlit cloud,<br> To which I looked with THEE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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 For my thoughts to live in;
When for earth too fancy-loose
 And too low for Heaven!
Hush! I talk my dream aloud---
 I build it bright to see,---
I build it on the moonlit cloud,
 To which I looked with thee.

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