Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. ShelleyThomas Wade (18051875)
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That broods and breathes along the universe!
In the least portion of whose starry verse
Is the great breath the spheréd heavens inherit—
No human song is eloquent as thine;
For, by a reasoning instinct all divine,
Thou feel’st it the soul of things; and thereof singing,
With all the madness of a skylark, springing
From earth to heaven, the intenseness of thy strain,
Like the lark’s music, all around is ringing,
Laps us in God’s own heart, and we regain
Our primal life ethereal! Men profane
Blaspheme thee; I have heard thee dreamer styled—
I ’ve mused upon this wakefulness—and smiled.