The Call of the Open - Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Larry Robinson]

The Call of the Open

Which yet joined not scent to hue,
Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the night is left behind
In the deep east, dun and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,
And the multitudinous
Billows murmur at our feet,
Where the earth and ocean meet,
And all things seem only one
In the universal sun.

	- Percy Bysshe Shelley