From Adonais

She is made one with Nature: there is heard
Her voice in all her music, from the moan

Of thunder, to the song of night’s sweet bird;

She is a presence to be felt and known

In darkness and in light, from herb and stone,

Spreading itself where’er that Power may move

Which has withdrawn her being to its own;

Which wields the world with never-wearied love,

Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.


She is a portion of the loveliness

Which once she made more lovely.


Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822)

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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