I am a cloud in the heaven's height, <br />The stars are lit for my delight, <br />Tireless and changeful, swift and free, <br />I cast my shadow on hill and sea-- <br />But why do the pines on the mountain's crest <br />Call to me always, "Rest, rest"? <br /> <br />I throw my mantle over the moon <br />And I blind the sun on his throne at noon, <br />Nothing can tame me, nothing can bind, <br />I am a child of the heartless wind-- <br />But oh the pines on the mountain's crest <br />Whispering always, "Rest, rest."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cloud-2/
