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...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...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 at...

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...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...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,...