O last cloud of the scattered storm

Alone thou sailest along the azure clear;

Alone thou bringest the shadow sombre

Alone thou marrest the joyful day.

Thou but recently had’st encircled the sky

When sternly the lightning was winding about thee;

Thou gavest forth mysterious thunder

With rain hast watered the parched earth.

Enough! Hie thyself: thy time hath passed:

Earth is refreshed; the storm hath fled;

And the breeze fondling the trees’ leaves

Forth thee chases from the quieted heavens!