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Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930).  The Spirit of Man: An Anthology.  1916.
From Prometheus, i, 1

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
LOOK, 1 sister, where a troop of spirits gather,
Like flocks of clouds in spring’s delightful weather,
Thronging in the blue air!
            And see! more come,
Like fountain-vapours when the winds are dumb,        5
That climb up the ravine in scatter’d lines.
And hark! is it the music of the pines?
Is it the lake? Is it the waterfall?
’Tis something sadder, sweeter far than all.
From unremember’d ages we
Gentle guides and guardians be
Of heaven-oppressed mortality:
And we breathe, and sicken not,
The atmosphere of human thought;—
Be it dim and dank and grey        15
Like a storm-extinguish’d day,
Travel’d o’er by dying gleams;
Be it bright as all between
Cloudless skies and windless streams,
Silent, liquid, and serene;—        20
As the birds within the wind,
As the fish within the wave,
As the thoughts of man’s own mind
Float thro’ all above the grave;
We make there our liquid lair,        25
Voyaging cloudlike and unpent
Through the boundless element …
Note 1. Shelley. ‘Prometheus’, i, 1. [back]

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