Poetry Friday :: Shelley

Love the imagery in the Poetry of Percy Byhsse 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 lightning
        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.

    The pale purple even
        Melts around thy flight;
    Like a star of heaven
        In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,

    Keen as are the arrows
        Of that silver sphere
    Whose intense lamp narrows
        In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see—we feel that it is there.

Read the rest of the poem here.

Lots of great poetry at the round up over at On the Way to Somewhere!!

Comments

[Jennifer]

We love Shelley! I just read this to my son.

[Robyn Hood Black]

I haven't read a Shelley poem in a while - thanks for the treat. Love "The world should listen then, as I am listening now!"

[meredith]

I really liked that line too Robyn :) Thanks so much for visiting today!

~Meredith

[meredith]

Oh how nice, did he like it??

So glad you stopped in sweet Jenn :)

~Meredith

[Romantic dinner recipes]

Oh my god I think such a nice poem. Thanks Shelley for the share this nice poem.