Impressions are like winds; you feel their cool Swift kiss upon the brow, yet know not where They sprang to birth: so like a pool Rippled by winds from out their forest lair My soul was stir'd to life; its twilight fled; There passed across its solitude a dream That wing'd with supreme ecstasy did seem; That gave the kiss of life to long-lost dead.
A lark trill'd in the blue: and suddenly Upon the wings of his immortal ode My soul rushed singing to the ether sky And found in visions, dreams, its real abode- I fled with Shelley, with the lark afar, Unto the realms where the eternal are.
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"I fled with Shelley"
Date: 2016-07-02 12:16 am (UTC)(May 2nd. 1916)
Impressions are like winds; you feel their cool
Swift kiss upon the brow, yet know not where
They sprang to birth: so like a pool
Rippled by winds from out their forest lair
My soul was stir'd to life; its twilight fled;
There passed across its solitude a dream
That wing'd with supreme ecstasy did seem;
That gave the kiss of life to long-lost dead.
A lark trill'd in the blue: and suddenly
Upon the wings of his immortal ode
My soul rushed singing to the ether sky
And found in visions, dreams, its real abode-
I fled with Shelley, with the lark afar,
Unto the realms where the eternal are.
By John William Streets