The Question by Percy Bysshe Shelley — Read

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, / Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, / And gentle odours led my steps astray, / Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring / Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay / Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling / Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, / But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.

There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, / Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, / The constellated flower that never sets; / Faint oxslips; tender bluebells, at whose birth / The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets- / Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth- / Its mother's face with Heaven's collected tears, / When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.