Guest poem submitted by Divya Sampath:
(Poem #531) Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another's being mingle-- Why not I with thine? See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower could be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- What is all this sweet work worth, If thou kiss not me?
I always did like "Love's Philosophy". It's fluff, but enjoyable fluff. This is Shelley in a rare, whimsical mood. It's fairly unusual to find the poet speaking in this voice. Shelley can be difficult to appreciate, especially when he's being thrust down one's throat in high school (there was a point when "To a Skylark" made me want to throw things around the classroom), but I've since discovered he can be quite bearable. Divya.