O that a chariot of cloud were mine! <br />Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, <br />When the moon over the ocean’s line <br />Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair. <br />O that a chariot of cloud were mine! 5 <br />I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind <br />To the mountain peak and the rocky lake, <br />And the...<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-that-a-chariot-of-cloud-were-mine/
