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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

CCLXXI. Hymn to the Spirit of Nature

LIFE of Life! thy lips enkindle

With their love the breath between them;

And thy smiles before they dwindle

Make the cold air fire: then screen them

In those locks, where whoso gazes

Faints, entangled in their mazes.

Child of Light! thy limbs are burning

Through the veil which seems to hide them,

As the radiant lines of morning

Through thin clouds, ere they divide them;

And this atmosphere divinest

Shrouds thee wheresoe’er thou shinest.

Fair are others: none beholds thee;

But thy voice sounds low and tender

Like the fairest, for it folds thee

From the sight, that liquid splendour;

And all feel, yet see thee never,

As I feel now, lost for ever!

Lamp of Earth! where’er thou movest

Its dim shapes are clad with brightness,

And the souls of whom thou lovest

Walk upon the winds with lightness

Till they fail, as I am failing,

Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing!