Above the clouds I sail, above the clouds, And wish my mind Above its clouds could climb as well, And leave behind The world and all its crowds, And ever dwell In such a calm and limpid solitude With ne'er a breath unkind or harsh or rude To break the spell— With ne'er a thought to drive away The golden splendour of the day. Alone and lost beneath the tranquil blue, My God! With you! Written in an Aeroplane.