lo. AMONG THE CLOUDS. 



I am the daughter of Earth and Water, 



And the nursling of the Sky : 

 I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; 



I change, but I cannot die. 

 For after the rain, when, with never a stain, 



The pavilion of heaven is bare, 

 And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, 



Build up the blue dome of air, 

 I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, 



And out of the caverns of rain, 

 Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, 



I arise and unbuild it again. 



Percy Bysshe Shelley. 



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