XXXVIII.
She looketh up, in earth's despair, The hopeful heavens to seek; That little cloud still floateth there, Whereof her loved did speak: How bright the little cloud appears! Her eyelids fall upon the tears, And the tears down either cheek.
She looketh up, in earth's despair, The hopeful heavens to seek; That little cloud still floateth there, Whereof her loved did speak: How bright the little cloud appears! Her eyelids fall upon the tears, And the tears down either cheek.