Mournful Clouds

Playful serpents of lightning With twin tongues sparkling Into the dark caves of clouds In their hide’n seek marbling Anger some heat they sending Lo! All soft clouds thus forcing To melt shy, rich’n cool hearts Into the soul of earth a pouring And like those gloomy lovers Wander into greens’n bowers Restless without their beloved Shedding oceans of showers O tearful clouds! Keep urging Thy lost love, go quick pacing Take the path of roaring rivers At home she must be waiting But let me any path not search Let me lie’n a little more perch With my preciously gifted tears As last love token way of church