Than these November skiesIs no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;Into their grey the subtle spiesOf colour creep,Changing that high austerity to delight,Till ev’n the leaden interfolds are bright.And, where the cloud breaks, faint far azure peersEre a thin flushing cloud againShuts up that loveliness, or shares.The huge great clouds move slowly, gently, asReluctant the […]