Ye clouds that sail across the sky, If I had wings of air, I’d fly away and never die, But linger everywhere.
And if the sun doth sit so high, He could let fall the dew, And sparkling spray of summer sky, Would wrap me as a hue.
- William Morris
Ye clouds that sail across the sky, If I had wings of air, I’d fly away and never die, But linger everywhere.
And if the sun doth sit so high, He could let fall the dew, And sparkling spray of summer sky, Would wrap me as a hue.