My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim
Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,
Far far away into the regions dim
Of rapture—as a boat, with swift sails winging
Its way adown some many-winding river,
Speeds through dark forests o'er the waters swinging...
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- The Death Knell Is Ringing
- Fragment: Ye Gentle Visitations Of Calm Thought
- Buona Notte
- Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama
- Song. Translated From The Italian