Below me, a bank of clouds, A deceptively solid mass, As with mobs, and moving crowds It has no guide or compass. As if driven by its changing shape, It drifts beyond itself, As one […]
Below me, a bank of clouds, A deceptively solid mass, As with mobs, and moving crowds It has no guide or compass. As if driven by its changing shape, It drifts beyond itself, As one […]
