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THE CLOUD


I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds everyone,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast
As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again i dissolved it in rain,
And laugh as i pass in thunder.

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 strain
The pavilion of heavens 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.