by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

The cloud
Language: English 
I am a cloud in the heaven's height,
The stars are lit for my delight,
Tireless and changeful, swift and free,
I cast my shadow on hill and sea --
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me [always]1, "Rest, rest?"
             
I throw my mantle over the moon
And I blind the sun on his throne at noon,
Nothing can tame me, nothing [can]1 bind,
I am [a]2 child of the heartless wind --
But oh the pines on the mountain's crest
Whispering always, "Rest, rest."

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1 omitted by Maliverney
2 Maliverney: "the"

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