The frog, with reckoning leap, enjoys apart, With tresses o'er her brow, And with her white back stoop The pushing stream to scoop THE CLOUD, A FRAGMENT. * As I stood thus, a neighbouring wood of elms into their songs, And overhead, like a portentous rim It passed with it's slow shadow; and I saw Where it went down beyond me on a plain, Sloping it's dusky ladders of thick rain ; And on the mist it made, and blinding awe, The sun, re-issuing in the opposite sky, Struck the all-coloured arch of his great eye, And the disburthened country laughed again : The leaves were amber; the sunshine Scored on the ground it's conquering line; And the quick birds, for scorn of the great cloud, Like children after fear, were merry and loud. |