O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line <br />Of western distance that sublime descendest, <br />And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline, <br />Thy million hues to every vapour lendest, <br />And, over cobweb lawn and grove and stream <br />Sheddest the liquid magic of thy light, <br />Till calm Earth, with the parting splendour bright, <br />Shows like the vision of a beauteous dream; <br />What gazer now with astronomic eye <br />Could coldly count the spots within thy sphere? <br />Such were thy lover, Harriet, could he fly <br />The thoughts of all that makes his passion dear, <br />And, turning senseless from thy warm caress,-- <br />Pick flaws in our close-woven happiness.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-to-harriet/
