Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUSE OF CLOUDS, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I would build a cloudy house Last Line: To which I looked with thee! Subject(s): Clouds | ||||||||
I I WOULD build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in, When for earth too fancy-loose, And too low for heaven: Hush! I talk my dream aloud, I build it bright to see, -- I build it on the moonlit cloud To which I looked with thee. II Cloud-walls of the morning's gray, Faced with amber column, Crowned with crimson cupola From a sunset solemn: May-mists, for the casements, fetch, Pale and glimmering, With a sunbeam hid in each And a smell of spring. III Build the entrance high and proud, Darkening and then brightening, Of a riven thunder-cloud, Veined by the lightning: Use one with an iris-stain For the door so thin, Turning to a sound like rain As I enter in. IV Build a spacious hall thereby Boldly, never fearing; Use the blue place of the sky Which the wind is clearing: Branched with corridors sublime, Flecked with winding stairs, Such as children wish to climb Following their own prayers. V In the mutest of the house I will have my chamber; Silence at the door shall use Evening's light of amber, Solemnizing every mood, Softening in degree, Turning sadness into good As I turn the key. VI Be my chamber tapestried With the showers of summer, Close, but soundless, glorified When the sunbeams come here -- Wandering harpers, harping on Waters stringed for such, Drawing color, for a tune, With a vibrant touch. VII Bring a shadow green and still From the chestnut-forest, Bring a purple from the hill, When the heat is sorest; Spread them out from wall to wall, Carpet-wove around, Whereupon the foot shall fall In light instead of sound. VIII Bring fantastic cloudlets home From the noontide zenith, Ranged for sculptures round the room, Named as Fancy weeneth; Some be Junos, without eyes, Naiads, without sources, Some be birds of paradise, Some, Olympian horses. IX Bring the dews the birds shake off Waking in the hedges, -- Those too perfumed, for a proof, From the lilies' edges: From our England's field and moor, Bring them calm and white in, Whence to form a mirror pure For Love's self-delighting. X Bring a gray cloud from the east Where the lark is singing, (Something of the song at least Unlost in the bringing): That shall be a morning-chair, Poet-dream may sit in When it leans out on the air, Unrhymed and unwritten. XI Bring the red cloud from the sun, While he sinketh catch it; That shall be a couch, -- with one Sidelong star to watch it, -- Fit for poet's finest thought At the curfew-sounding; Things unseen being nearer brought Than the seen, around him. XII Poet's thought, -- not poet's sigh. 'Las, they come together! Cloudy walls divide and fly As in April weather. Cupola and column proud, Structure bright to see, Gone! except that moonlit cloud To which I looked with thee. XIII Let them! Wipe such visionings From the fancy's cartel: Love secures some fairer things, Dowered with his immortal. The sun may darken, heaven be bowed, But still unchanged shall be, -- Here, in my soul, -- that moonlit cloud To which I looked with THEE! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRESENCES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE CLOUDHERD'S SONG by ROBERT KELLY THE IMPRESSMENT by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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