Can Man Be Free If Woman Be

Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than Calm In Waters Seen.

I Love Snow, Snow, And All The Forms Of Radiant Frost.

I See The Waves Upon The Shore, Like Light Dissolved In Star-showers, Thrown.

There Is A Harmony In Autumn, And A Luster In Its Sky, Which Through The Summer Is Not Heard Or Seen, As If It Could Not Be, As If It Had Not Been!

And Many An Ante-natal Tomb Where Butterflies Dream Of The Life To Come.