Loves Philosophy
I.
The Fountains mingle with the
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law
In one another's being mingle—Why not I with thine?
II.
See the mountains kiss high
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be
If it disdain'd its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
Published by Leigh Hunt,
The Indicator,
December 22, 1819.
Reprinted by Mrs.
Shelley,
Posthumous Poems, 1824.
Included in the Harvard manuscript book, where it is headed An Anacreontic, and dated 'January, 1820.' Written by Shelley in a copy of Hunt's Literary Pocket-Book, 1819, and presented to Sophia Stacey,
December 29, 1820.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn These common woes I feel
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I I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply
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I One word is too often For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely
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We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly — yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever: