Fantasy

A cloudlet dimpled in the winti's caress, In undulate beauty stands against the sky. All sumptuous in its airy lovelincss, The sunbeara filis its pendulous chinks with gold. And stars its breast with quaint embroiderics, Which wantonly twist and ripple, fold on fold, Until the downy structure breezes fray, Dissolving it to naught, like golden hopos, Which, whcn they're brightest, of t are blown away.