To Shelley

        at shelley’s birth, The Lark, dawn-spirit, with an anthem loud         Rose from the dusky earth         To tell it to the Cloud, That, like a flower night-folded in the gloom,         Burst into morning bloom.         At Shelley’s death, The Sea, that deemed him an immortal, saw         A god’s extinguished breath,         And landward, as in awe, Upbore him to the altar whence he came,         And the rekindling flame.