Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | From Music |
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) |
| | | I PANT 1 for the music which is divine, | |
| My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; | |
| Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, | |
| Loosen the notes in a silver shower; | |
| Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, | 5 |
| I gasp, I faint, till they wake again. | |
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| Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound, | |
| More, oh more,—I am thirsting yet; | |
| It loosens the serpent which care has bound | |
| Upon my heart to stifle it; | 10 |
| The dissolving strain, through every vein, | |
| Passes into my heart and brain … | |
| | | Note 1. Shelley. First stanzas of unfinished poem called Music. [back] | | |
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