An Excerpt from Shelley's Adonais
~~FOR YOU DEAREST SWEET MICHAEL~~
He is made one with Nature: there is heard
His voice in all her music, from the moan
Of thunder, to the song of nights sweet bird;
He is a presence to be felt and known
In the darkness and in light, from herb to stone,
Spreading itself where'er that Power may move
Which has withdrawn his being to its own;
Which wields the world with never - wearied love,
Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Sleep peacefully sweet Michael
22/11/2002
~~FOR YOU DEAREST SWEET MICHAEL~~
He is made one with Nature: there is heard
His voice in all her music, from the moan
Of thunder, to the song of nights sweet bird;
He is a presence to be felt and known
In the darkness and in light, from herb to stone,
Spreading itself where'er that Power may move
Which has withdrawn his being to its own;
Which wields the world with never - wearied love,
Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Sleep peacefully sweet Michael
22/11/2002