Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought
Nurtures within its unimagined caves,
In which thou sittest sole, as in my mind,
Giving a voice to its mysterious waves--
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fiordispina
- Epigram Ii: Kissing Helena
- Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly
- Song. To -- [harriet]
- Song. Cold, Cold Is The Blast When December Is Howling