Cloud Break

<a href="http://madbie.blogspot.com/2011/05/cloud-break.html">With a turn of his magical rod,</a><br /> That extended and suddenly shone,<br /> From the round of his glory some god<br /> Looks forth and is gone.<br /> To the summit of heaven the clouds<br /> Are rolling aloft loke steam;<br /> There's a break in their infinite shrouds,<br /> And below it a dleam.<br /> O'er the drift ao the river a whiff<br /> Comes out from the blossoming, as if<br />  They never were green before.<br /> The islands are kindked with gold<br /> And russet and emerald dye;<br /> And the interval waters outrolled<br /> Are more blue than the sky<br /> From my feet to tje heart of the hills<br /> The spirit of May intervene,<br /> And a vapor af azure distills<br /> Like a breath on opaline green<br /> <br /> Only a moment! and then<br /> the chill and the shadow decline,<br /> On the eyes of rejuvenate men<br /> That were wide and divine<br /> <div style="text-align: right;"> <br /></div>

Cloud Break

With a turn of his magical rod, That extended and suddenly shone, From the round of his glory some god Looks forth and is gone. To the s...

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