In the canon
To a Skylark
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1820
- Pages
- Pages 3
"Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! / Bird thou never wert." Shelley opens by refusing to believe the thing overhead is a bird at all, and for twenty-one stanzas he keeps trying to say what it is instead.
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! / Bird thou never wert, / That from Heaven, or near it, / Pourest thy full heart / In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
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