Fleecy

Her path was on the briny deep; Yet no white sail propell'd her course, Nor measured oar with graceful sweep Urged her to stem the billow's force; Self-moved, with fleecy track she past, Disdaining in her pride To woo the breeze or shun the blast, Or wait the rolling tide;...

{...} turning to take a last glance into the valley, whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue.

So this was my future home, I thought![…]Backed by towering hills, the but faintly discernible purple line of the French boundary off to the southwest, a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy little clouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.

Here the galley paused not at all, but floated easily in the blue of the sky among fleecy clouds tinted with rose.