Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal
Is that 'tis my distinction; if I fall,
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Faint with love, the Lady of the South
Lay in the paradise of Lebanon
Under a heaven of cedar boughs: the drouth
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'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,
Were discord to the speaking quietude
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'Fairy!' the Spirit said,
And on the Queen of Spells
Fixed her ethereal eyes,
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Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind
Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,
Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,
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O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,
When the moon over the ocean’s line
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Here I sit with my paper, my pen my ink,
First of this thing, and that thing,
and t'other thing think ;
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When soft winds and sunny skies
With the green earth harmonize,
And the young and dewy dawn,
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Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody,
Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy
Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth,
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The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light
May sink into ne'er ending chaos and night,
Our mansions must fall, and earth vanish away,
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