Anapestic Poem

The Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the oceans and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavillion of Heaven in 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,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.