Percy Bysshe Shelley - To a Skylark|
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
...Bird thou never wert--
That from heaven or near it
...Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
...From the earth thou springest,
Like a cloud of fire;
...The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden light'ning
...Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
...Thou dost float and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. . .
Teach me half the gladness
...That thy brain must know;
Such harmonious madness
...From my lips would flow,
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
.....from To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)