Menken, Adah Isaacs
Ah! When I am a cloud-- a pliant, floating cloud--I
will haunt the Sun-God for some eternal ray of Beauty.
I will wind my soft arms around the wheels of his
blazing chariot, till he robes me in gorgeous trains of gold!31I will sing to the stars till they crown me with their
I will plead to the angels for the whitest, broadest wings
that ever walled their glorious heights around a dying
Then I will flaunt my light down the steep grooves of
space into this dark, old world, until Eyes of Love will
brighten for me!