Poems (Linn)/The Cloud
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THE CLOUD.
A LITTLE cloud passed slowly overhead,
Like a white butterfly that stayed its flight
Above a bed of larkspur flowers,—then spread
Its gleaming wings, and drifted out of sight.
Like a white butterfly that stayed its flight
Above a bed of larkspur flowers,—then spread
Its gleaming wings, and drifted out of sight.