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...While the moist earth was laughing below. 1 am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean...with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh...

...million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, U hile the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the porei of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain,...

...million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...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...

...million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...the sky: I pass through the pores of the ocean and snores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain. The pavilion of heaven...

...million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fires above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, , And the nursling...with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh...