Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

The Birth Place Of Pleasure - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies--
Like an exhalation wreathing
To the sound of air low-breathing
Through Aeolian pines, which make
A shade and shelter to the lake
Whence it rises soft and slow;
Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow
In the harmony divine
Of an ever-lengthening line
Which enwrapped her perfect form
With a beauty clear and warm.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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