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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From ______ seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for ______ leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my ______ are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds ______ one,
When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,
______ she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail ______ the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
______ then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh ______ I pass in thunder.
I sift the snow on ______ mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And ______ the night ’tis my pillow white,
While I sleep ______ the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers ______ my skiey bowers,
Lightning my pilot sits;
In a ______ under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls ______ fits;
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This ______ is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the ______ that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
______ the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over ______ lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain ______ stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all ______ while bask in Heaven’s blue smile,
Whilst he is ______ in rains.
The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
______ his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of ______ sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As ______ the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake ______ and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
______ the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset ______ breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardours of ______ and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve ______ fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings ______ I rest, on mine aëry nest,
As still as ______ brooding dove.
That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,
______ mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat ______ her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May ______ broken the woof of my tent’s thin roof,
The ______ peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to ______ them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
______ calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of ______ sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved ______ the moon and these.
I bind the Sun’s throne ______ a burning zone,
And the Moon’s with a girdle ______ pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel ______ swim,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape ______ 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 ______ to my chair,
Is the million-coloured bow;
The sphere-fire ______ its soft colours wove,
While the moist Earth was ______ below.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
______ the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the ______ of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I ______ die.
For after the rain when with never a ______
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds ______ sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue ______ of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
______ out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child ______ the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I ______ and unbuild it again.