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 friends fancy. ColeridgeFancy in Nubibus.
Though outwardly a gloomy shroud, The inner half of every cloud Is bright and shining: I therefore turn my clouds about And always wear them inside out To show the lining. Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler (Mrs. A. L. Felton)Wisdom of Folly.
Do you see yonder cloud, thats almost in shape of a camel? By the 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. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 312.
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 mothers 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. ShelleyThe Cloud.
Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang oer the slopes and the forests, Seats of the gods in the limitless ether, Looming sublimely aloft and afar. Bayard TaylorKilimandjaro.