Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)

Sonnets. 11. Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See

Which are the clouds, and which the mountains? See,
They mix and melt together!  Yon blue hill
Looks fleeting as the vapors which distill
Their dews upon its summit, while the free
And far-off clouds, now solid, dark, and still,
An aspect wear of calm eternity.
Each seems the other, as our fancies will—
The cloud a mount, the mount a cloud, and we
Gaze doubtfully.  So everywhere on earth,
This foothold where we stand with slipping feet,
The unsubstantial and substantial meet,
And we are fooled until made wise by Time.
Is not the obvious lesson something worth,
Lady? or have I wov'n an idle rhyme?

1. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
2. A Cry to Arms
3. If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine
4. Præceptor Amat
5. Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at Charleston

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