Weeping Cloud
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
-John Keats (1795-1821),
Ode on Melancholy
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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