II
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of To Sophia (Miss Stacey)
Thy deep eyes, a double Planet,
Gaze the wisest into madness
With soft clear fire,—the winds that fan it
Are those thoughts of tender gladness
Which, like zephyrs on the billow,
Make thy gentle soul their pillow.