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THE CLOUD. 63
A n eagle alit one moment may sit
I n the light of its golden wings.
A nd when unset may breathe, from the lit sea beneat h,
I ts ardours of rest and of love,
A nd the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of heaven above, -
'Vith wings folded I rest , on min e airy nest,
As st ill as a bro oding dove.
4. That orbed maiden, wit h white fire lad en,
' Vh91ll mor!:lls call the nl02n, -
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
A nd wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
W hich only the angels hear,
May havll-Proken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in Illy wind-built tent,
Till th e calm ri VCl'S, lakes, and seas,
Lik e st rips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with th e moon and these.
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5. I am the daughter of Earth and 'Vater,
A nd the nursling of the Sky:
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but Lcannot die.
For after the rain-when, wit h never a sta in,
The pavi lion of heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams, with th eir convex gleams,
Build up the blue dome of air-
I silent ly laugh at Illy own cenota ph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from th e womb like a ghost from the tomb,
1 ari se and unbuild it again. SHE LLE Y.