"The day becomes more solemn and serene when noon is past- there is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in the sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! thus let thy power, which like the truth of nature on my passive youth descended, to my onward life supply it's calm- to one who worships thee, and every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind... to fear himself, and love all human kind."
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Percy Bysshe Shelley
