My Lady of Clouds
A. Steinert
Cradled in mist, is my Lady of Clouds,
She is veiled with a shadow of wandering sky,
She is rocked by the winds from their Eden on high,
Oh, white as the Dawn, is my Lady of Clouds!
On thy shrine burn the stars, my Lady of Clouds,
They illumine my dreams, that baffle the morn,
And my soul that beheld thee, still watches forlorn,
My soul now tempestuous, Lady of Clouds!