SHELLEY
Perhaps the most romantic poet of all,the one that said:"Let no friend,however dear,waste one hope,one fear for me"...
      LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion.
Nothing in the world is single
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother,
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeam kiss the sea
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

          To Sophia (Miss Stacey)     

Wonder not that when thou speakest
Of the weak my heart is weakest

       To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin

   
Upon my heart thy accents sweet
    Of peace and pity fell like dew
    On flowers half dead;thy lips did meet
    Mine tremblingly;thy dark eyes threw
    Their soft persuasion on my brain
    Charming away its dreams of pain.
                 EPIPSYCHIDION

 
She met me,stranger,upon life's rough way.
  And lured me towards sweet Death:as Night by Day
  Winter by Spring,or Sorrow by swift Hope,
  Led into life,light peace...       


              THE INDIAN SERENADE

   
I arise from dreams of thee
   In my first sweet sleep of night
    When the winds are dreaming low,
   And the stars are shining bright.
    I arise from dreams of thee,
  And a spirit in my feet
    Hath led me-who knows how?
  To thy chamber window ,sweet!
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