The Silvery Cloud

Her scholastic life set out When she was enough old Scalloped marge of a figure She learnt it as a cloud Cirrus it shaped Fairly then up a height Each day slender it whorled Along her way white Her heart afterward bore Joy-cumulus of her emotional youth High as the clouds high did she score Amassed beauty cumulus all truth Up and down in wedlock ocean Stood she apart like a beacon-light Tenebrous stratus or nimbus She defied it as a nought So does a nimbus in new ring So did she swing and spring