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Gunny Markefka

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I bring fresh showers
For the thirsting flowers
From the seas
And the streams

I bear light shade
For the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams
From my wings are shaken
The dews that waken
The sweet birds every one

When rocked to rest
On their motherˈs breast
As she dances about the sun
I wield the flail
Of the lashing hail
And whiten the green plains under

And then again
I dissolve it in rain
And laugh as I pass in thunder
I sift the snow on the mountains below
And their great pines groan aghast
And all the night ˈtis my pillow white
While I sleep in the arms of the blast

Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers
Lightning my pilot sits
In a cavern under
Is fettered the thunder
It struggles and howls at fits
Over earth and ocean
With gentle motion
This pilot is guiding me

Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills
Over the lakes and the plains
Whereever he dream
Under mountain or stream, 
The Spirit he loves remains

And I all the while bask in heavenˈs blue smile
Whilst he is dissolving in rains

The sanguine sunrise
With his meteor eyes
And his burning plumes
Outspread
Leaps on the back
Of my sailing rack
When the morning star shines dead

As on the jag of a mountain crag
Which an earthquake
Rocks and swings
An eagle alit
One moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings

And when sunset may breathe
From the lit sea beneath
Its ardours of rest and of love
And the crimson pall
Of eve may fall
From the depth of heaven above

With wings folded I rest
On mine airy nest
As still as a brooding dove
That orbèd maiden
With white fire laden
Whom mortals call the moon
Glides glimmering oˈver my fleece-like floor
By the midnight breezes strewn

And wherever the heat
Of her unseen feet
Which only the angels hear
May have broken the woof
Of my tentˈs thin roof
The stars peep behind her and peer

And I laugh to see them
Whirl and flee
Like a swarm of golden bees
When I widen the rent
In my wind-built tent
Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas

Like strips of the sky
Fallen through me on high
Are each paved with the moon and these

I bind the sunˈs throne
With a burning zone
And the moonˈs
With a girdle of pearl
The volcanoes are dim
And the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl

From cape to cape
With a bridge-like shape
Over a torrent sea
Sunbeam-proof
I hang like a roof
The 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
Is the million-coloured bow

The sphere-fire above
Its soft colours wove
While the moist earth
Was laughing below

I am the daughter
Of earth and water
And the nursling of the sky
I pass through the pores
Of ocean and shores
I change, but cannot die

For after the rain
When with never a stain
The pavilion of heaven is bare
And the winds and the 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
I arise
And unbuild it again
I arise, I arise, I arise, I arise
And unbuild it
Again

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