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When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
⁠Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
⁠Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,
⁠And the moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanos are dim, and the stars reel and swim,
⁠When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
⁠Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,
⁠The 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-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 of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
⁠I change, but I cannot die.