by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fragment 3
Fragment 5

Fragment 4

 'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings From slumber, as a sphered angel's child, Shadowing its eyes with green and golden wings, 
 Stands up before its mother bright and mild, Of whose soft voice the air expectant seems- So stood before the sun, which shone and smiled 
 To see it rise thus joyous from its dreams, The fresh and radiant Earth. The hoary grove Waxed green-and flowers burst forth like starry beams;- 
 The grass in the warm sun did start and move, And sea-buds burst under the waves serene:-[1] How many a one, though none be near to love, 
 Loves then the shade of his own soul, half seen In any mirror-or the spring's young minions, The winged leaves amid the copses green;- 
 How many a spirit then puts on the pinions Of fancy, and outstrips the lagging blast,[2] And his own steps-and over wide dominions 
 Sweeps in his dream-drawn chariot, far and fast, More fleet than storms-the wide world shrinks below,[3] When winter and despondency are past. 
[1]

"under" [edition 1824, Bodleian manuscript]; "beneath" [edition 1839].

[2]

"outstrips" [editions 1824, 1839]; "outrides" [Bodleian manuscript].

[3]

"Exulting, while the wide" [Bodleian manuscript].