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...nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the oceans and shores, I change, but I cannot die. For For after the rain, when with never a stain • ,...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...

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...million-coloured bow ;. The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, bat I cannot die. For after the rain wbem with never a staua The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the...

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...While the moist earth was laughing below. 1 am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean...and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from...

...million-color'd bow ; The sphere-fTre above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. [ ea M Ihe winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at...

...million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, U hile the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the porei of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain,...

...million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...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...