The Birth Of Pleasure

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Title:     The Birth Of Pleasure
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley [More Titles by Shelley]

At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies--
Like an exhalation wreathing
To the sound of air low-breathing
Through Aeolian pines, which make
A shade and shelter to the lake
Whence it rises soft and slow;
Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow
In the harmony divine
Of an ever-lengthening line
Which enwrapped her perfect form
With a beauty clear and warm.

[The end]
Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem: Birth Of Pleasure

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