The Poetry Corner

Fragment: To One Singing.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing, Far far away into the regions dim Of rapture - as a boat, with swift sails winging Its way adown some many-winding river, Speeds through dark forests o'er the waters swinging... NOTES: _3 Far far away B.; Far away 1839. _6 Speeds...swinging B.; omitted 1839.