Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1883-08-08
THE CLOUD-SBELLEY's MAGICAL
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l bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
from the seas and the streams;
bear light shade fer the leaves when laid
In their noon-day dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that
waken
The sweet birds every one,
When rocked TO rest on their mothers breast,
As she dances about the sun.
weld tleilail Of the lashing hail
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again dissolve il in rain;
Aud laugh as pass in thunder.
| sift the snow on the mountains below,
lid their great pines groan aghast;
And ali the night. lis my pillow white,
While | sleep in the arms of the blast;
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers
lightning, my pilot sits:
In q cavern under is fcttercd the thunder,
II struggles and hows at fits
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is gui ing me.
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of tae purple sea;
Over the rills, and the cragS, and the hills,
over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream. under mountain or stream,
The spirit he loves remains:
And all the while basx in heavens blue
smile, =rsH a
Whilst he is dissoping in rains.
The sanguine sunrise. with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps OH tNt bdCk ol my sdll1nS rack,
When the morning star shines dead,
As on the jag of n mountain crag
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle, alit one NOR ent may sit
In the light of its golden wings;
And when sunset may breathe, from the lit
sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,
And the crimson pail of eve may fall
From The depths of heaven above.
With wings folded rest on mine airy nest,
As still as brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon,
Glides glimmerng DER my fieece-ike floor
BY the midnight brePzes strewn:
And, wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the Noof Of my tents thin
roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And laugh to see them whirl and dee,
Like II swarm of golden bees, s....-.
When widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Til, the calm river, lakes and seas,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
bind the suns throne with a burning zone,
And the moons with girdlc of pearl
The volcanoes are dim. and the stars reel and
swim,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl
From cape to cape, with bridsc-iike shape,
Over torrent sea,
Sunbeam proof, hang like roof,
The mountains its columns be-
| The triumphal arch through which ] march,
With hurricane, fire and snow
When the powers of the air are chained to my
chair.
Is the million colored bow;
The sphcre-iire above its soft colors wove.
While the moist earth was laughing below.
| am the daughter of the earth and water,
And The nurs ling OF the sky:
I pass through the pores of the ocean and
shores;
| change bat | cannot die.
For after the rain. when, with never n stain,
The pavilion Of heaven t. bare,
And The winds and sunbeams, with their con-
veX CLEANS,
| Build up the blue dome of air
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
! And out of the cayerns of rain,
! Like child from the womb, like ghost from
the tomb,
| | rise and upbuild it again.