|  Share | Cite    Published by Dowden, "Life of Shelley", 1887.
Composed July 31, 1813.  O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark
blue line Of western distance that sublime descendest, And,
gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline, Thy million hues to
every vapour lendest, And, over cobweb lawn and grove and stream
Sheddest the liquid magic of thy light, Till calm Earth, with
the parting splendour bright, Shows like the vision of a
beauteous dream; What gazer now with astronomic eye Could coldly
count the spots within thy sphere?  Such were thy lover,
Harriet, could he fly The thoughts of all that makes his passion
dear, And, turning senseless from thy warm caress,— Pick flaws
in our close-woven happiness.