AUGUST SIXTEENTH

We stood beside the pools that lie

Under the forest bough,

And each seemed like unto a sky

Gulfed in a world below;

In which the massy forests grew,

As in the upper air, ,

More perfect both in shape and hue

Than any waving there.

And all was interfused beneath

With an Elysium air,

An atmosphere without a breath,

A silence sleeping there.

The Pine Forest

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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