Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | Prometheus, i. 738 |
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) |
| | | ON 1 a poet’s lips I slept | |
| Dreaming like a love-adept | |
| In the sound his breathing kept; | |
| Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, | |
| But feeds on the aereal kisses | 5 |
| Of shapes that haunt thought’s wildernesses. | |
| He will watch from dawn till gloom | |
| The lake-reflected sun illume | |
| The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, | |
| Nor heed nor see what things they be; | 10 |
| But from these create he can | |
| Forms more real than living man, | |
| Nurselings of immortality. | |
| One of these awaken’d me | |
| And I sped to succour thee. | 15 |
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