Today is the birthday of Percy Bysshe Shelley (August 4, 1792 – July 8, 1822) — and Barack Obama as well. He turns 51 today. I have always loved Keats and the older I grow the more I like Wordsworth. Much of Shelley, however, goes clean over my head. I have no desire to read Prometheus Unbound again. It being his birthday, however, I looked up To a Skylark today. High-flown, idealistic, lyrical, it’s quintessentially Romantic. The last verse is simply great:
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!
I thought I might as well save the complete poem here.