Hymn to the Spirit of Nature
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1820

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!