Clouds. Sailing Serenely in the golden sun, How fine you are! How large and high, Smooth, round and softly soaring! You ride the mighty winds; You turn and billow In the gentle breezes, Overseeing all, Casting your cooling shadows First here, now there Over all, heedless, Silent, swift. I envy you. Clouds, I envy you your height And might, your size and shape, Your formidable guise, Your weightless form and mass! Your grandeur transcends And causes my heart and mind To throb with joy and desire To be like you! Oh clouds, be forever free, And forever free To be!
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