| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Shelley | | By Thomas Wade (1805–1875) |
| | | HOLY and mighty Poet of the spirit | |
| That broods and breathes along the universe! | |
| In the least portion of whose starry verse | |
| Is the great breath the spheréd heavens inherit— | |
| No human song is eloquent as thine; | 5 |
| For, by a reasoning instinct all divine, | |
| Thou feel’st it the soul of things; and thereof singing, | |
| With all the madness of a skylark, springing | |
| From earth to heaven, the intenseness of thy strain, | |
| Like the lark’s music, all around is ringing, | 10 |
| Laps us in God’s own heart, and we regain | |
| Our primal life ethereal! Men profane | |
| Blaspheme thee; I have heard thee dreamer styled— | |
| I ’ve mused upon this wakefulness—and smiled. | | | | |
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