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by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples
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.