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[bodytext] => Born when winds are warmest When the sun shines high overhead, When the sea tempts and tantalises And picnics are most oft spread. Of his mind and heart of genius We leaf through his printed pages 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. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 69 [informant] => windowguy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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