Song

I love all that thou lovest,
...Spirit of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves drest,
...And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.

I love snow, and all the forms
...Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
...Every thing almost
Which is Nature's, and may be
Untainted by man's misery.

I love tranquil solitude,
...And such society
As is quiet, wise and good;
...Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.

I love Love--though he has wings,
...And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
...Spirit, I love thee--
Thou art love and life! Oh, come,
Make once more my heart thy home.

Percy Bysshe Shelley