The Changing Skies. A Sonnet. Form follows cloudy form across the sky : In crystal seas float islands of delight ; Grand turrets seem to guard yon mountain’s height ; Lo ! there the folded flocks of evening lie ; Here rosy billows heave, and, breaking, sigh ; Archangels meet, and clash their sabres bright ; See ! scarlet squadrons marshal in the night ; Pale wanderers’ lamps the midnight glorify. In my life’s sky dream follows dream of thee : The wild majestic pageant passes on— Abodes, defences, warriors, herds, fair seas. Moods come and go : shape thou my destiny, Thou who remain’st when all the dreams are gone— My home, my strength, my glory, and my peace ! Elizabeth Gibson .