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A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.