Quote#Children
For after the rain when with never a stain
Quote byPercy Bysshe Shelley · 1792–1822
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Cloud (1820), St. 7 (a cenotaph is an empty tomb or a monument erected in honor of a person who is buried elsewhere).
English (original)
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
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