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Cloud Cast
A shadow down the valley blows, A shadow-did I feel it pass? It goes Below the ground, and through the grass it flows Into a sweep upon the hill, And reaches like a beaching sea, until Long fingers comb it through a tree, and still It measure-wavers on, and slides On rounded rocks laid bare; it strides Over a wall and started hare; it rides With moving pause over the crest, And blades itself to snuggle there-at rest ?- It tongues, to make one hill a pair, and lest I do not see it wave goodbye, It turns and ribbon-threads the plain, and I Fancy that still I see it gain the sky.