Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, — visiting This various world with as inconstant
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,--Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits w...

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary...

I
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark—now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters-...

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The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,

Unfathomable Sea
whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep
Are brackish with the salt of human tears

I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,