BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!Bird thou never wert,That from Heaven, or near it,Pourest thy full heartIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higherFrom the […]
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IO wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, […]
