The Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And lofty Sky: my mother is the Night, The spirit of the Moon. In my heart, Thou that art, behold my form. Alone, But unoppressed, I wander over forests, Nurturing the life of the universe. These flocks and herds delights for my gentle ways, And full of wonder I glance as I pass— O my woods and harbours, ye abodes of fame!
— I chase the rolling waters, and the lull Of mighty mountain valleys spreads above A watery mist; through the rain I taught the earth pensively. And when the storm is still—ther my heavy heart lifts. Upon the wild, bright seas my dreams arise, And be I yet again a sea, a cloud, a gypsy!

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Percy Bysshe Shelley