I would build a cloudy house

    For my ts to live in;

    oo fancy-loose

    And too low for heaven!

    alk my dream aloud---

    I build it brigo see,---

    I build it on t cloud,

    to whee.

    Cloud-he mornings grey,

    Faced h amber column,---

    Croh crimson cupola

    From a sunset solemn!

    May mists, for ts, fetch,

    Pale and glimmering;

    ith a sunbeam hid in each,

    And a smell of spring.

    Build trance high and proud,

    Darkening and tening,---

    If a riven thunder-cloud,

    Veined by tning.

    Use one ain,

    For thin;

    turning to a sound like rain,

    As I enter in.

    Build a spacious hereby:

    Boldly, never fearing.

    Use the sky,

    he wind is clearing;

    Branch corridors sublime,

    Flecked airs---

    Suco climb,

    Folloheir own prayers.

    In test of the house,

    I will have my chamber:

    Silence at the door shall use

    Evenings light of amber,

    Solemnising every mood,

    Softemng in degree,---

    turning sadness into good,

    As I turn the key.

    Be my capestried

    ithe showers of summer,

    Close, but soundless,---glorified

    he sunbeams come here;

    andering harpers, harping on

    aters stringed for such,---

    Draune,

    it touch.

    Bring a sill

    From tnut forest,

    Bring a purple from the hill,

    is sorest;

    Spread t fro