The Cloud

I am the cloud, and I am the sky: Beneath me lurks the thunder’s might, And when I pass the sun shines bright. I watch the earth, so low and shy, Yet I can lift her every sigh.

And when I weep, the valleys sway, And when I smile, the meadows play, I am the cloud, and I am the sky;
I twinkle in the dew’s bright gleam, A fleeting wisp of love’s soft dream.

• Marjorie Pickthall