The Cloud(2)

73 I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
74 And the nursling of the Sky;
75 I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
76 I change, but I cannot die.
77 For after the rain when with never a stain
78 The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
79 And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
80 Build up the blue dome of air,
81 I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
82 And out of the caverns of rain,
83 Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
84 I arise and unbuild it again.