written by William Henry Davies
|From "Songs of Joy", 1911||Link to further information|
In this deep hollow, lying down,
I, looking up at Heaven, can see
You pretty little clouds shut in
By green hills all around - like me.
And all you simple, little clouds
Seem glad at my captivity:
Without a thought that I can smile
As much at you as you at me.
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