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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