found among the paper stuff....

in my old suitcase, there is a collection of paper stuff, otherwise known as ephemera... while looking for some old words to embellish an embroidery, I came across an old exercise book, owned by someone, long ago. hand written in gorgeous script, all flowing, like they did back then ..... I have no idea if this is a famous piece of poetry or if it was written years ago by a person unknown. But the words are delightful and I just had to share.....

The clouds, little grim black faces, come and go.
One tall tree stretches up against the sky;
It lets the rain through, like a trembling hand
Pressing thin fingers on a watery eye
The moon came, but shrank back, like a young girl
Who burst in upon a funeral sadness;
One star came - Cleopatra-like, the night
swallowed this one pearl in a fit of madness