a little night shelley

i am not fond of overly sentimental love poems, and i have a vehemently negative view of percy bysshe shelley.

for all that, i do love some of the images in his poem “love’s philosophy.” i only know, remember and like them because of a murder in the brilliant masterpiece mystery series lewis, however. take that, shelley.

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle –
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain’d its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea –
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?