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{{Style P-Poem|poem=What change with happiest thrill my pulse may start,
: Of all the unnumbered changes that I view
In these brief-lingering moods of heaven's deep heart,
: These tireless pilgrims of the buoyant blue ?
 
Is it when drowsily through halcyon air
: They float in pillowy fleeces chaste as snow ? 
Or when against the horizon they loom fair,
: In towering Alpine peak and pale plateau ?
 
Is it when, shadowy as the vaguest dream,
: Their pearly gossamers film the skies afar?
Or when like isles in quiet seas they gleam,
: Purple below the tremulous evening star?
 
Or yet when beauteous dawn, with rosy speed,
: Sunders their drapery where it darkly falls ?
Or when from earth to sunset lands they lead,
: As stately stairways to imperial halls ?
 
Or when, like scales on fabulous dolphins' backs,
: They fleck with loveliest color evening gray ?
Or when they move in grim tempestuous wracks,
: And through them javelins of hot lightning play ?
 
Ah, no! whatever of joy such changes wake,
: That change above all others my soul sets,
Of when, beneath some full-orbed moon, they make
: On sapphire calms their ghostly silhouettes.  
 
For then, as through this dubious gloom they stray,
: Spirits they seem, with garments fluttering white,
Whose noiseless feet, in some miraculous way,
: Walk the great awful emptiness of the night. }}
 
 
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