...specifically for song or singing ; — thus Milton writes, " with charm of earliest birds." THE CLOUD.' I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wines are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's2...

...and rave, And April weeps — but, O ye hours ! Follow with May's fairest flowers. THE CLOUD. I BEING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas...the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing...

...impure, Till the warm sun pities its pain And to the skies exhales it back again. THE CLOUD. I BEING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas...my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rooked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield...

...Then there is his lyric of the " Cloud : " — " I bring fresh showers forthe thirsting flowers, For the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for...the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast As the dances about the sun ; I wield the flail of the lashing...

...Then there is his lyric of the " Cloud : " — " I bring fresh showers forthe thirsting flowers, For the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, • When rocked to rest on their mother's breast As the dances about the sun ; I wield the flail of the lashing...

...general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause — An awful pause, prophetic of her end. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From...the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing...

...winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. CAMPBELL. THE CLOUD. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From...my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield...

...BBING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shades for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams....my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield...

...bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shades for the leaves, when laid In their noon-day dreams....my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to'rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield...

...or that the pot, which was a new one, did not choose to boil them!" THE CLOUD. 27 THE CLOUD. I BEING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the...the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing...