When fair and foul dost dance upon the shore, Thee find'st a force that ever waxes more. Dost mark the moon, her beckoning embrace? An unseen pull on waters' restless face.

I’m not born of clouds, yet I choke the sky. I turn sunlight sick and cities gray. What am I?

Guardian of green pastures, I am a female chosen by Apollo. I am a also symbol of motherhood, life, and abundance. My male counterpart is famous for being in rings and arenas.

Stick with this line, but don't take the bait. Both a verb and a noun, your dinner awaits

I dance on the wind, light as a dream, a gift from the sky or a bird’s soft gleam. I float and I drift, then rest on the ground, a silent traveler, without making a sound.