Shelley, Percy Bysshe - I pant for the music which is divine
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Percy Bysshe Shelley – Music
I pant for the music which is divine,
My heart in its thirst is a dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silver shower;
Like a herbless plain for the gentle rain,
I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound,
More, O more! I am thirsting yet,
It loosens the serpent which care has bound
Upon my heart, to stifle it:
The dissolving strain, through every vein,
Passes into my heart and brain.