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"I
would build a cloudy House
For my thoughts to live in;
When
for earth too fancy-loose
And too low for Heaven!
Hush!
I talk my dream aloud---
I build it bright to see,---
I
build it on the moonlit cloud,
To which I looked with thee.
Cloud-walls
of the morning's grey,
Faced with amber column,---
Crowned with crimson
cupola
From a sunset solemn!
May
mists, for the casements, fetch,
Pale and glimmering;
With a sunbeam hid in
each,
And a smell of spring.
Build the entrance high and proud,
Darkening and then brightening,---
If
a riven thunder-cloud,
Veined by the lightning.
Use one with an iris-stain,
For the door within;
Turning
to a sound like rain,
As I enter
in."
-- excerpt from The House Of Clouds
by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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