Thou gorgeous cloud, in gold and purple furled 

            In thy career, I read a mystery

      For, like the gilded hopes of this strange world

           Thou art delusion..yet I gaze on thee

     As if thou were what thou dost seem to be

           Rolling along the heavens, a golden car

     I were fine amid the stars a wanderer free

          To lie within thy folds, and look afar

     Over the teemig land, and sparkling sea

          How pleasant from thy bosom to descry

     You monarch mountain doth tower so high

          A speck..diminised to the distant eye

      With the serener dallying to south-wind play

          Twinkling like tiny dew-drops in  the light

       I Gaze

        (c)June30,2012
        Mary Ann Biddinger