As a violet's gentle eye
Gazes on the azure sky
Until its hue grows like what it beholds;
As a gray and empty mist
Lies like solid amethyst
Over the western mountain it enfolds,
When the sunset sleeps
Upon its snow;
As a strain of sweetest sound
Wraps itself the wind around
Until the voiceless wind be music too;
As aught dark, vain, and dull,
Basking in what is beautiful,
Is full of light and love -
Variation Of The Song Of The Moon
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poem topics: beautiful, dark, light, music, sky, snow, sunset, gentle, mountain, violet, sound, love, wind, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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