A dream has power to poison sleep.
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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.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the cycle of life, death, and rebirth in nature, emphasizing transformation and resilience.
In this poetic excerpt, Shelley personifies nature as a living entity that is born from and nurtured by Earth and Water, while also being a child of the Sky. The imagery conveys the constant cycle of change and renewal, illustrating how life continuously transforms and evolves, yet remains inherently tied to its origins. The lines emphasize that while physical forms may perish, the essence of nature endures, capable of regenerating and recreating itself, much like the enduring beauty of the natural world after a storm.
Themes
NatureTransformationLifeRebirthResilience
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about environmental conservation.
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