Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 4

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle lit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings,
And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love.

9 comments:

Texas Travelers said...

Great photo and verse.

Troy

Pearl Maple said...

Nice photo, it is a pretty view of the sky from there. Thanks for sharing with us in sky watch friday.

Ana said...

Very nice shot and lovely poem.

nonizamboni said...

Gorgeous shot from the park and your choice of poet only enhances the view.
p.s. I've found several of your Eastern Bluebird photos on Google when I went looking for some for my blog. Greetings from St. Paul too.

Wren said...

Nature strikes her poses for us, and we capture them in words and photos, because both remind us of the beauty we saw firsthand.

J Bar said...

great scene
Sydney - City and Suburbs

In Three Rivers, Michigan said...

I looked up the previous three. Nice dose of Shelley with the Yellowstone pictures, and I'm glad to have found your blog!

Christine

Three Rivers Daily Photo

eileeninmd said...

Wonderful picture, thanks for sharing your verse too.

Danton said...

Really nice skywatching with a touch of Shelley's poetry.