To The Water In The Clouds

Blessed water, I have read in science,
You travel to the clouds!
O! what ecstasy, what joy
When the loving warmth of the sun Changes to passionate heat and takes up
Into the arms of the air your being.
“As weak as water.”
Blessed weakness! commonest thing on earth
To reach to the clouds!
Tell me water, how you have deserved
To fulfill that, which I vaguely dream
(With half-closed eyes, and still less now
Knowing it to be a foolish fancy) -
An abode in the clouds!
When my weary eye, and brain still wearier
Nothing of interest finds in the dull exacting earth,
Then my restless roving eye
Glances to the sky
And at once is fixed;
Peace, tranquility restored!
O my eye finds an object
And the brain reason
To think soundly.

I wander down below
And look up:
Hopes, though vague
Yet sunlit and snowy white
Trooping like doves from the sky
Come flocking to my mind,
When I spy the clouds
Each in its form, colour and shape
Floating away in a nameless grace...
Blessed water, you do really acquire
That after which we may only aspire...