Clouds (verse)
Cane, Melville
Qlouds There were no flowers in the sky, Only a cobalt field Of glittering July. Under My gaze of wonder You grew From gathered dew; Your soil, the fertile breeze, Your seed, the hum of...
...Your soil, the fertile breeze, Your seed, the hum of bees...
...Rank decay or rot of leaf Does not mar your passage brief...
...Heaven bore you without pain...
...Now though you disappear Out of the singing sphere, There shall be no lament for fleeting beauty, No sighing breath For this which is not death...
...Rootless, Stemless, Earthless Blossoms alone and complete...
...Heaven, a garden will remain, Fragrant and without a stain...
...Melville Cane...
Vol. 3 • November 1925 • No. 1
