Into this steady cloud I wandered and rose;

The sweetest of rain stained my new fingertips,

Settling in my palm with a breath of repose

As pinkness and pearl-water poured down my wrists.

See the trembling smoke, as it shook and was meek,

How the day's darling diamonds rained forth from the sky?

Softly I caught them with fingers too weak

And reaching for lullabies.

It was not that sleep, not eternity won--

Not the rosy-washed welcome of rhapsody--

A cloud, it was passing, and soon would be gone

So I laid on its wingéd form, waiting in dreams.