I.
The golden gates of Sleep unbar
Where Strength and Beauty, met together,
Kindle their image like a star
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This poem took my breath away! I couldn't even begin to tell the public what it meant me. The closest I will be able to muster up is pure love in the raw. Cupid arrow from the heaven itself.
Words alone makes the poem like a song even with instruments. So pure! !
Captivating imagery and flowing words. Masterful composition.
Shelley makes the sheer joy of love come alive with the vibrancy of his lightning words! PBS lives!