...strips of the sky fallen through me on high Are each paved with the moon and these. I am the danghter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I...with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, Ami the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently langh...

...million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. 6. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I can not die. For after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the...

...whiten the green plains under ; .And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...through the pores of the ocean and shores — I change bnt I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the...

...sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; For after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams,...

...and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high Are each paved with the moon and these. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass thn muh the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with...

...chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the ; nor fled her gaze The brooding dove, but murmured...of the Son of Man, When all the cherub-thronging Buili ! up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain,...

...million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing betow. 6. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I can not die. For after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the...

...million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. 6. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I can not die. For after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the...

...vividly imagined in Shelley's striking poem, " The Cloud," of which I quote a single stanza: — " I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the mill, when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven U hare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their...

...chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter...the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shore ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion e of...