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“I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden” I Fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart’s devotion With which I... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	Love’s Philosophy The Fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another’s being mingle:— Why not I with... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	Lines to an Indian Air Serenade I Arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how?— To... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	Stanzas Written in Dejection near Naples THE Sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon’s transparent light: The breath of the moist air is light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Lament O World! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more,—O nevermore! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight: Fresh spring, and... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	Sunset From “Queen Mab” IF solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean’s echoing shore, And thou hast lingered there Until the sun’s broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave, Thou must have marked the lines Of purple gold that... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	To Night Swiftly walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear Which make thee terrible and dear,— Swift be thy flight! Wrap... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	Night From “Queen Mab” HOW beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening’s ear Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven’s ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ode to the West Wind I. o Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou, Who... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley	The Cloud I Bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to... Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley