An August Son

Born when winds are warmest

When the sun shines high o'erhead,

When the sea tempts and tantalises

And picnics are most oft spread.

Of his mind and heart a genius

We leaf through each printed page

Still warm thoughts, yellowed by time.

His sweet words like music assuage

Anxious souls in need of relief;

Times of serene quietude

Are enhanced and magnified

Like a carefully played etude;

His words dissipate the discord,

The wild cacophony of the World;

Thus, eager hearts gently open

Like laurel leaves lightly unfurled.

Shelley showed such sensitivity,

Such insight for one young in years,

A maturity rarely matched

By the Great Masters, or his peers.

Effulgent emotions emanated

Profusely from his potent pen;

Now dear reader, refreshed and elated,

Savour his thoughts once again!