I build it on the moonlit cloud,

Use the blue place of the sky,

To which I looked with thee!

As I enter in.

From the Fancys cartel---

Build a spacious hall thereby:

Such as children wish to climb,

Where the lark is singing;

Close, but soundless,---glorified

Bring the fantasque cloudlets home

Poet-dream may sit in,

Solemnising every mood,

Veined by the lightning.

Flecked with winding stairs---

Waking in the hedges,---

Here in my soul,---that moonlit cloud,

Unrhymed and ９９ｌｉb•nｅｔunwritten.

Cupola and column proud,

For Loves self-delighting.

Which the wind is clearing;

Bring a purple from the hill,

Bring the red cloud from the sun

From our Englands field and moor,

Structure bright to see---

When it leans out on the air,

Love secures some fairer things

That shall be a couch,---with one

For my thoughts to live in;

From the chestnut forest,

Gone---except that moonlit cloud,

Softemng in degree,---

Things unseen being nearer brought

Darkening and then brightening,---

Ranged99lib•net, for sculptures, round the room,---

Cloudy walls divide and fly,

Waters stringed for such,---

I would build a cloudy House

Drawing colours, for a tune,

Wandering harpers, harping on

Some be birds of paradise,---

Build the entrance high and proud,

Than the seen, around him.

Bring the dews the birds shake off,

Dowered with his immortal.

Whereupon the foot shall fall

Something of the song at least,

Spread them out from wall to wall,

May mists, for the casements, fetch,

To which I looked with thee.

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Branched with corridors sublime,

From the lilies edges:

Turning to a sound like rain,

To which I looked with THEE!

Bring a grey cloud from the east,

Unlost in the bringing:

But still, unchanged shall be,---

From the noontide zenith

Poets thought,----not poets sigh!

Be my chamber tapestried

With a vibrant touch.

Crowned with crimson cupola

With a sunbeam hid in each,

Whence to form a mirror pure,

I will have my chamber:

Carpet-wove around,---

Evenings light of amber,

When the九-九-藏-书-网 sunbeams come here;

Las, they come together!

Named as Fancy weeneth:

That shall be a morning chair,

Silence at the door shall use

Pale and glimmering;

Hush! I talk my dream aloud---

Fit for poets finest Thought,

When for earth too fancy-loose

With the showers of summer,

While he sinketh, catch it.

Boldly, never fearing.

Some be Junos, without eyes;

At the curfew-sounding,--- ;

Bring a shadow green and still

Following their own prayers.

In the mutest of the house,

For th99lib•nete door within;

Some, Olympian horses.

Use one with an iris-stain,

If a riven thunder-cloud,

As in April weather!

As I turn the key.

From a sunset solemn!

Let them! Wipe such visionings

Turning sadness into good,

Faced with amber column,---

Sidelong star to watch it,---

Naiads, without sources

The sun may darken,---heaven be bowed---

I build it bright to see,---

Bring them calm and white in;

Those too, perfumed for a proof,

When the heat is sorest;

And too low for Heaven!

And a smell of spring.

In light instead of sound.