“The unseen clouds of the dew, which lay
Like fire in the flowers till dawning day,
Then walk like spirits among the spheres
Each one faint with the odor it bears.”
I, 86-89.
“Like windless clouds o’er a tender sky.”
“Like windless clouds in a tender sky.”
I, 98.
“Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress.”
“Whose waves never wrinkle, though they impress.”