"Spirit of nature! here,In this interminable wildernessOf worlds, at whose immensityEven soaring fancy staggers,Here is thy fitting temple.Yet not the lightest leafThat quivers to the passing breezeIs less instinct with thee."—Shelley.
"Spirit of nature! here,In this interminable wildernessOf worlds, at whose immensityEven soaring fancy staggers,Here is thy fitting temple.Yet not the lightest leafThat quivers to the passing breezeIs less instinct with thee."—Shelley.
"Spirit of nature! here,In this interminable wildernessOf worlds, at whose immensityEven soaring fancy staggers,Here is thy fitting temple.Yet not the lightest leafThat quivers to the passing breezeIs less instinct with thee."—Shelley.
"Spirit of nature! here,In this interminable wildernessOf worlds, at whose immensityEven soaring fancy staggers,Here is thy fitting temple.Yet not the lightest leafThat quivers to the passing breezeIs less instinct with thee."—Shelley.
"Spirit of nature! here,
In this interminable wilderness
Of worlds, at whose immensity
Even soaring fancy staggers,
Here is thy fitting temple.
Yet not the lightest leaf
That quivers to the passing breeze
Is less instinct with thee."—Shelley.