The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses
Track not the steps of him who drinks of it;
For the light breezes, which for ever fleet
Around its margin, heap the sand thereon.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young
- Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion
- Epipsychidion: Passages Of The Poem, Or Connected Therewith
- The Isle
- The Cyclops