Answer:
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
I've got a beautiful beautiful hall all walled in red velvet with all white armchairs made of bone and in the middle a woman dances.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What has banks but no money a bed but no sleep waves but no ocean?
What an fill a room but takes up no space?