Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is no real wealth but the labor of man.

There is no real wealth but the labor of man.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light read more

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than read more

Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason

Around, around in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.

Around, around in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.