THERE is a cloud above the sunset hill, That wends and makes no stay, For its goal lies beyond the fiery west; A lingering breath no calm can chase away, The onward labour of the wind`s last will; A flying foam that overleaps the crest Of the top wave: and in possession still A further reach of longing; though at rest From all the yearning years, 10 Together in the bosom of that day Ye cling, and with your kisses drink your tears.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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