I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me the envious night --
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley. "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" (1817)
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past --
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley. "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" (1817)
there is a harmony
in Autumn, and a luster in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen...
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley. "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" (1817)