That the tall sky seemed touched; and all the trees Thrilled with the coming harmonies; And the fair waters looked as if they lay Their cheek against the sound, and so went kissed away. And more remains; (such things are in Heaven's ears Besides the grander spheres): For as the racks came sleeking on, one fell With rain into a dell, Breaking with scatter of a thousand notes Like twangling pearl; and I perceived how she Who loosed it with her hands, pressed kneadingly, As though it had been wine in grapy coats; And out it gushed, with that enchanting sound, In a wet shadow to the ground. But they came on; and I must tell you now Ho! We are the Nepheliads, we, Who bring the clouds from the great sea, All the love 'twixt earth and air. We it is with soft new showers Till they run for joy, and turn We too tread the mightier mass Of clouds that take whole days to pass; With fiery arrows through the thick, Roll, and awe the world with thunder. Sometimes on the shelves of mountains Do we rest our burly fountains; Sometimes for a rainbow run Right before the laughing sun; And if we slip down to earth With the rain for change of mirth, Are what we love; and dripping eaves And a leafy nook and lone, Where the bark on the small treen Is with moisture always green'; And lime-tree bowers, and grass-edged lanes Where the nice-eyed wagtails glance, But at night in heaven we sleep, By the Moon, who rideth by D With her sidelong face serene, Then on the lofty-striking state The colours that we catch from him, Ere he reaches to his height, And lets abroad his leaping light. And then we part on either hand For the day; but take our stand Again with him at eventide, Where we stretch on either side Our lengthened heaps, and split in shows Of sharp-drawn isles in sable rows, With some more faint, or flowery red; And some, like bands of hair that spread |