Shelley’s Alastor… Poem

“I wait thy breath, Great Parent, that my strain
May modulate with murmurs of the air,
And motions of the forests and the sea,
And voice of living beings, and woven hymns
Of night and day, and the deep heart of man.”

—Percy Bysshe Shelley, Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude


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