Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun, <br />An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts, <br />A soul with all the dews of pathos shining, <br />Odorous with love, and sweet to silent woe <br />With the dark glories of concentrate song, <br />Was sphered in mortal earth. Angelic sounds <br />Alive with panting thoughts sunned the dim world. <br />The bright creations of an human heart <br />Wrought magic in the bosoms of mankind. <br />A flooding summer burst on Poetry; <br />Of which the crowning sun, the night of beauty, <br />The dancing showers, the birds, whose anthems wild <br />Note after note unbind the enchanted leaves <br />Of breaking buds, eve, and the flow of dawn, <br />Were centred and condensed in his one name <br />As in a providence - and that was SHELLEY. <br /> <br /> <br /> Oxford 1822<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-in-a-blank-leaf-of-the-prometheus/
