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    O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
    Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away:
    Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
    I pass away, yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.

    The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd.
    Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.

    O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs
    Where Luvah doth renew his horses: lookst thou on my youth.
    And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
    Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away.
    It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:
    Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
    And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
    The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
    Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:
    But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.

    Dost thou O little cloud?  I fear that I am not like thee:
    For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
    But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
    But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
    But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
    And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
    Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.

    The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answerd thus.

    Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the skies,
    How great thy use, how great thy blessing, every thing that lives.
    Lives not alone nor or itself: fear not and I will call,
    The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice.
    Come forth worm and the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.

    The helpless worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
    And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.



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