I am the daughter of Earth and
Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the
oceans 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.
- Shelley