In the last stanza of his 1820 poem "The Cloud," Percy Bysshe Shelley writes:
I am the daughter of earth and water,![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpl1/v/t1.0-9/12799085_10153968248773044_6156996152739601527_n.jpg?oh=b364d9734086064778c69b63ecf1b28b&oe=57671395)
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xlt1/v/t1.0-0/q84/p526x296/12801361_10153968246648044_6435066771735287518_n.jpg?oh=0b8b6438bb43402b2ae1d0d2ace93075&oe=576DDC90)
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,![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpl1/v/t1.0-9/12524266_10153968248088044_7189948519250004771_n.jpg?oh=14e08f6826c858e1817b7518813ccf13&oe=575466C5)
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,![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xta1/v/t1.0-9/12670392_10153968247473044_3322111874954526283_n.jpg?oh=1608ec0fd491e3828a972e486f1e28b0&oe=5758AAF8)
I arise and unbuild it again.
I am the daughter of earth and water,
![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpl1/v/t1.0-9/12799085_10153968248773044_6156996152739601527_n.jpg?oh=b364d9734086064778c69b63ecf1b28b&oe=57671395)
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xlt1/v/t1.0-0/q84/p526x296/12801361_10153968246648044_6435066771735287518_n.jpg?oh=0b8b6438bb43402b2ae1d0d2ace93075&oe=576DDC90)
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,
![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpl1/v/t1.0-9/12524266_10153968248088044_7189948519250004771_n.jpg?oh=14e08f6826c858e1817b7518813ccf13&oe=575466C5)
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,
![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xta1/v/t1.0-9/12670392_10153968247473044_3322111874954526283_n.jpg?oh=1608ec0fd491e3828a972e486f1e28b0&oe=5758AAF8)
I arise and unbuild it again.
The works of art shown here are on display in Gallery 92 on the main floor of the west building. Take a moment to look at each painting while contemplating Shelley's meditations on "The Cloud." Which artist or work of art do you think best embodies Shelley's words?![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xta1/v/t1.0-9/10366127_10153968247903044_6424772484265646099_n.jpg?oh=f5c1a00278e45f0fcaf7f3d57831ea36&oe=5760DAA9)
![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xta1/v/t1.0-9/10366127_10153968247903044_6424772484265646099_n.jpg?oh=f5c1a00278e45f0fcaf7f3d57831ea36&oe=5760DAA9)
Learn more about each work of art at the Gallery: http://1.usa.gov/1LIkZNp.![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xat1/v/t1.0-9/12670938_10153968248483044_7164448798700403917_n.jpg?oh=e8a726d8f32c5622f5db66002faa1cbf&oe=574EA5D2)
![](https://scontent-waw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xat1/v/t1.0-9/12670938_10153968248483044_7164448798700403917_n.jpg?oh=e8a726d8f32c5622f5db66002faa1cbf&oe=574EA5D2)
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