The Call of the Open by Percy Bysshe Shelley | Poets.org

Which yet joined not scent to hue, Crown the pale year weak and new;

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.

Born in England in 1792, Percy Bysshe Shelley propelled the English Romantic movement. He produced all his major works, including Prometheus Unbound (1820), in the last four years of his life.