Dark Spirit of Desart Rude – By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Published By Percy Bysshe Shelley • Oct 25th, 2009 • Category: PoetryDark Spirit of the desart rude
That o’er this awful solitude,
Each tangled and untrodden wood,
Each dark and silent glen below,
Where sunlight’s gleamings never glow,
Whilst jetty, musical and still,
In darkness speeds the mountain rill;
That o’er yon broken peaks sublime,
Wild shapes that mock the scythe of time,
And the pure Ellan’s foamy course,
Wavest thy wand of magic force;
Art thou [...]
