The Spirit of Solitude
O lofty Spirit! that dost now behold The great soul of the infinite; that dost scuba-
Fish through the stars, the endless oceans yield, Wander in the heavens and witness unbound— Where earths weep their hollowed states, a life we hold; O’er the veil—through the silent tracts of air!
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Percy Bysshe Shelley