Born when winds are warmest

When the sun shines high overhead,

When the sea tempts and tantalises

And picnics are most oft spread.

Of his mind and heart of genius

We leaf through his printed pages

Still warm thoughts, yellowed by time.

His sweet words like music assuage

Anxious souls in need of relief;

Times of serene quietude

Are enhanced and magnified

Like a carefully played etude;

His words dissipate the discord,

The wild cacophony of the World;

Thus, eager hearts gently open

Like laurel leaves lightly unfurled.

Shelley showed such sensitivity,

Such insight for one young in years,

A maturity rarely matched

By the Great Masters, or his peers.

Effulgent emotions emanated

Profusely from his potent pen;

Now dear reader, refreshed and elated,

Savour his thoughts once again.