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The Silent Stream The Dreaming Sky

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.


From The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)


Best Viewed Large On Black - Waitohu Stream, Otaki Beach, New Zealand [?]

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Taken on August 22, 2009