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 EVENING CLOUDS

flock of clouds go down to rest

In some blue corner off the moon's highway,

With shepherd winds that shook them in the West

To borrowed shapes of earth, in bright array,

Perhaps to weave a rainbow's gay festoons

Around the lonesome isle which Brooke has made

A little England full of lovely noons,

Or dot it with his country's mountain shade.

Ah, little wanderers, when you reach that isle

Tell him, with dripping dew, they have not failed, 220