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PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

I.

THE fountains mingle with the river,

⁠And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
⁠With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
⁠All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;—
⁠Why not I with thine?

II.

See the mountains kiss high heaven,

⁠And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
⁠If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
⁠And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth,
⁠If thou kiss not me?

I.

FROM the forests and highlands

⁠We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
⁠Where loud waves are dumb
⁠Listening to my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
⁠The bees on the bells of thyme,