"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." - Percy Bysshe Shelley