...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, I am the daughter of the earth and...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch, through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above, its soft colors wove. While the moist earth was laughing...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch s through which I march, With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,...the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shore ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion e of...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march, With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, TL I am the daughter of earth and...

...the air sire chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water ; And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores...

...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march, With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,...colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below. 6. I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky : I pass through the pores of...

...PoEL-4 The Cloud 24 That orbed maiden with white fire laden. Whom mortals call the Moon, (1. 45-46) 25 26 I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of ram, Like a child from the womb,...