From "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even,
With sunset and its gorgeous ministers,
And solemn midnight's tingling silentness;
If Autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood,
And inter robing with pure snow and crowns
Of starry ice the gray grass and bare boughs;
If Spring's voluptuous pantings hen she breathes
Her first sweet kisses, –– have been dear to me;
If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast
I consciously have injured, but still loved
And cherished these my kindred; then forgive
This boast, belovèd brethren, and withdraw
No portion of your wonted favour now!

P. B. Shelley

Firm grows the power of thought
In union with the spirit-birth;
And sense's dull enchantment
It brightens to full clarity.
If richness of the soul
Would join with world becoming,
Then senses' revelation
Must needs receive the light of thinking.

Es festigt sich Gedankenmacht
Im Bunde mit der Geistgeburt;
Sie hellt der Sinne dumpfe Reize
Zur vollen Klarheit auf.
Wenn Seelenfülle
Sich mit dem Weltenwerden einen will,
Muss Sinnesoffenbarung
Des Denkens Licht empfangen.

"The Calendar of the Soul"
"Seelenkalender"

45th Week 9-15 February
by Rudolf Steiner
Translation William Mann, Liselotte Mann

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Asia's song from Prometheus Unbound

My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing :
And thine doth like and angel sit
Beside the helm conducting it,
Whilst all the wind with melody are ringing.
It seems to float ever, for ever,
Upon that many-winding river,
Between mountains, wood, abysses,
A paradise of wildernesses!
Till, like one in slumber bound,
Borne to the ocean, I float down, around,
Into a sea profound, of ever-spreading sound.

P.B. Shelley