Katharine Lee Bates - To Shelley I lyrics

Hearing the autumnal wind, I muse on thee, O Shelley, bird of most aerial note, Whose songs came pulsing from a kindred throat, As pa**ionate, impetuous and free, As sudden-shrill with visionary glee, And hoarse with human agonies which smote Thy gentlest heart till it would fain devote Its music unto man's captivity, Singing the day when wrath and pride and fear, With the spectral troop of their unholy kind, Shall melt in love, as shadows disappear Before the sun; to evil unresigned, Urging the nobler discontent I hear In all these restless voices of the wind.