In the halflight of dawn I saw a cloud

Resting quietly on the meadow.

It had tired of floating through the sky all night,

So I guessed,

And had gently come to earth for respite.

All was silent in this unsullied part of day.

I smiled at the peace of it, and sought to emulate

The cloud by spending the morning in bed.

Then rose thunderously a Calvinistic sun,

Beheld the indolence of this poor little cloud,

And punished its sloth by burning it away.

Hurriedly, I leapt up to begin the labors of the day.