Percy Bysshe Shelley - 'O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine' lyrics

[Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.] O that a chariot of cloud were mine! Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, When the moon over the ocean's line Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair. O that a chariot of cloud were mine! I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind To the mountain peak and the rocky lake, And the… ***