Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there In the golden lightning of the sunken sun Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth And, by the incantation of this verse Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth ― Percy Bysshe Shelley