Sophie + in National Poetry Month 2020 April 17, 2020April 16, 2020 37 Words I envy you clouds I envy you, dear clouds, you traverse coyly without harm, towering my lover with the warmest shade, and here I was in my cavern, poor of love and pale of hue, a lass without her lad, alas. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related