Said the cloud, 'I am weary of flight <br />And the wind's imperious reign; <br />I will foil forever his might; <br />I will rest from striving and pain; <br />I will pass to the peace of night.' <br /> <br />And she sank in rain to the mead; <br />But her tears were life to the lands, <br />And she came as a voice to the seed, <br />And she came with weal in her hands <br />To the fainting flower's need. <br /> <br />In the secret caverns of earth, <br />In the groping veins of the soil, <br />She fashioned the dust of dearth, <br />In faith and vision of toil, <br />To the harvest of Autumn's mirth. <br /> <br />Her strength was holden and tried, <br />Her heart to service was true, <br />Till the roots of the grass were guide <br />To the day's remembered blue, <br />Where the winds of Spring were wide. <br /> <br />And she spread her wings to the sun, <br />And she rose again on the air, <br />Till her wings with the light were one <br />In a sunset strange and fair, <br />Where the winds forever run.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cloud-11/
