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 winds 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 Shelly
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