The Cloud
|
Posted:Oct 4, 2010 2:15 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 10:53 am
3204 Views
|
I am the 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 from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
|
|
|
2
Comments
|
|
