Shelley

Singer of cloud and star and rushing stream, Let me bring but one garland to thy shrine, For when a boy I drank of the dews divine That in thy rainbow-coloured chalice gleam. I scaled the silver ladder of thy dream, And dizzy with the wonder of that wine, I heard the song, and saw the eyes that shine Unveiled, within the sanctuary supreme.

Then, like Actæon I became the prey, The hunted quarry of remorseless hounds; Hark! in the distance I can hear them bay! But in my heart the vision and the voice Endure; and though they slay me, I rejoice-- I saw that light, I heard those starry sounds.