sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love

Today I have been happy.
All the day I held the memory of you, and wove
Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,
And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love,
And sent you following the white waves of sea,
And crowned your head with fancies, nothing worth,
Stray buds from that old dust of misery,
Being glad with new foolish quiet mirth.

[Rupert Brooke, from "One Day" in The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke]