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PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.

VI.

I love snow, and all the forms

Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
Every thing almost
Which is Nature's, and may be
Untainted by man's misery.

VII.

I love tranquil solitude,

And such society
As is quiet, wise and good;
Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.

VIII.

I love Love—though he has wings,

And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
Spirit, I love thee—
Thou art love and life! O come,
Make once more my heart thy home.

 

I.

OH, world! oh, life! oh, time!

On whose last steps I climb

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