Thursday, March 30, 2006

My dress is silent when I tread the ground.
Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.
Sometimes may trappings and the lofty air
Raise me above the dwelling-place of men,
And then the power of clouds carries me far
Above the people; and my ornaments
Loudly resound, send forth the melody
And clearly sing, when I am not in touch
With earth or water, but a flying spirit.

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