There is a warm and gentle atmosphere
About the form of one we love, and thus
As in a tender mist our spirits are
Wrapped in the of that which is to us
The health of life’s own life--
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison
- Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration
- Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd
- From Vergil's Fourth Georgic
- Sonnet: England In 1819