“ In the Clouds.”
A man sits against a tree and smokes a pipe. A closed book lies next to him. Smoke
and clouds emit from his pipe; the clouds
contain the following scenes. At the far left, a knight on horseback raises his sword
in the air while another knight reaches toward
him. Below them, a man lies on the ground, crouched over two books. In the centre,
a man wraps his hands around another man’s neck.
The afflicted man drops small bags and coins. On the right, a woman drops a bouquet
of flowers as she looks back toward a man who
gestures towards her. Below these figures, two boys fight. One boy pulls back his
hand as if to punch the other boy. The second boy
looks up as he drops his hat and possessions. There is a castle and indistinct crowned
royal figures in the background of the
clouds. 3/4 page illustration.
Sitting underneath a tree1
I build airy castles,2
While in every cloud I blow3
Float my fairy vassals,4
Dancing round me, dancing round
me,5
me,5
Circling in the vapour,6
Like the midges o’er a pool,7
Like the boys released from school,8
Or moths around a taper.9
Let me preach in playful tone10
With the due inflation ;11
Pointing morals, sure as fate,12
To my congregation.13
" See this slender rod of clay,14
White and frail and little,15
Type of poor mortality,16
(That Death snaps in cruel play,)17
Life is no less brittle.”18
Thin and sharp and winding blue19
Rise the clouds above one,20
Lingering o’er the preacher’s head21
(How can such things love one ?)22
Half contemptuously I roll23
Up my sermon paper,24
“ Riches, beauty, glory—all”25
(Let the words like good seed fall)26
“ Vanish like a vapour.”27