The constellated soundsran sprinkling on earth’s floorAs the dark vault abovewith stars was spangled o’er.
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Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThere grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl’d Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother’s face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate’s voice, it hears.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThere grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThere grew pied wind-flowers and violets,br>Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets.
Percy Bysshe Shelley