“Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams
Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, book Ode to the West Wind

St. III
Ode to the West Wind (1819)

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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