Whorl

..I am the daughter 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 The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and 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…-The Cloud, Percy Bysshe Shelley