Poems (Blind)/Aspirations/XII.

by Mathilde Blind

XII.

Creature of moods and changes manifold: Mutable as the film of fleeting cloud;Transfused now with heaven's purest gold, And now the lightning's dread and gloomy shroud;

Dissolved, with keen bliss, in the blue sky; 'Mid storms of tears weeping thyself away;When, when, immovable, and calm and high,— Soul, like a star, wilt thou pursue thy way?