To One Singing (A Fragment)

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

My spirit like a charmèd bark doth swim
Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,
Far far away into the regions dim

Of rapture--as a boat, with swift sails winging
Its way adown some many-winding river,
Speeds through dark forests o'er the waters swinging ...

1817.
Published 1839, 1st Ed. and 1903