The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 6

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,

And the moon's 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 air are chained to my chair,

Is the million-colored bow,

The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,

While the moist Earth was laughing below.