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...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,...sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moiet earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ;...

...mountains its columns be, The triumphant arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fires above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter...

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...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch, through which I march, With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,...moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores...