TO SHELLEY

by: John Banister Tabb (1845-1909)

      T Shelley's birth,
      The Lark, dawn-spirit, with an anthem loud
      Rose from the dusky earth
      To tell it to the Cloud,
      That, like a flower night-folded in the gloom,
      Burst into morning bloom.
       
      At Shelley's death,
      The Sea, that deemed him an immortal, saw
      A god's extinguished breath,
      And landward, as in awe,
      Upbore him to the altar whence he came,
      And the rekindling flame.

"To Shelley" is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.

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