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...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean and whores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when...the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Huild up the blue dome of air. I silently laugh nt my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain,...

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...and drawing in a delicious breath of mingled sunshine, west wind, and frost. " How the clouds melt ! And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, build up the blue dome of the air." Coming in later, the others found her sitting at the piano in the amethystine twilight, and...

...of earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when,...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,2 And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like...

...the 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. For after the rain, when,...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,...

...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. For after the rain when...their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous and...

...his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. Campbell. For after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and the sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,...

...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. For after the rain, when with never a stain, And the winds and sunbeams, with their coivex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh...