Wednesday, November 17, 2010

To A Skylark

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
   Bird thou never wert - 
That from heaven, or near it,
   Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art
Teach us, spirite or bird,
  What sweet thoughts are thine;
I have never heard
  Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 

                                                   - Shelley 

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