Explore "Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples" by Percy Bysshe Shelley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, / The waves are dancing fast and bright, / Blue isles and snowy mountains wear / The purple noon's transparent might, / The breath of the moist earth is light, / Around its unexpanded buds; / Like many a voice of one delight, / The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, / The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor / With green and purple seaweeds strown; / I see the waves upon the shore, / Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: / I sit upon the sands alone,- / The lightning of the noontide ocean / Is flashing round me, and a tone / Arises from its measured motion, / How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.