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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

To a Skylark

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning.
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven,
In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see--we feel that it is there.
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace-tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aereal hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view!
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves:
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awakened flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass:
Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Chorus Hymeneal,
Or triumphal chant,
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest--but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then--as I am listening now.

More by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  1. Ode To The West Wind
  2. To A Skylark
  3. The Cloud
  4. The Sensitive Plant
  5. Ozymandias

Literary Commentary

Percy Bysshe Shelley composed "To a Skylark" near Livorno, Italy, in the summer of 1820, after hearing a skylark's song during an evening walk with his wife Mary. The poem addresses a bird that is heard but never seen, transforming its invisible music into a reckoning with the distance between effortless natural joy and the burdened consciousness of human beings.

The poem unfolds in three movements. Its opening six stanzas track the skylark's ascent into the evening sky, where it dissolves into sound alone. The next six stanzas attempt to capture the bird through analogy: a poet singing unheard, a maiden in a tower, a glow-worm scattering light unseen, a rose whose fragrance escapes its petals. Each comparison grasps at something hidden yet radiant, and each falls short. The skylark's song exceeds every earthly parallel because the bird, in Shelley's framing, knows nothing of the sorrow that shadows all human pleasure.

The final nine stanzas turn philosophical. Shelley observes that human happiness is always entangled with memory and longing: "We look before and after, / And pine for what is not." The poem's most quoted line, "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought," crystallizes the paradox at its center. When Shelley closes by asking the skylark to teach him "half the gladness," the word "half" matters. Full skylark joy would require an innocence incompatible with human art. The poem does not resolve this tension, ending where every honest reckoning with inspiration must end: in the gap between what we hear and what we can make.

Key themes

  • The skylark as an emblem of ideal, unburdened joy
  • The inadequacy of human language and analogy
  • Art born from the inseparability of pleasure and pain
  • Transcendence and the limits of mortal consciousness
  • Nature as a model for spontaneous, unpremeditated creation

Notable craft elements

  • Stanza form of four trochaic trimeter lines capped by an iambic hexameter alexandrine, creating a rhythmic pattern of short darting lines followed by a sustained release
  • A cascade of similes, each introduced by "Like," that descends from the cosmic to the natural while emphasizing hiddenness and unseen radiance
  • Chiasmus in stanza 2 ("singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest") that fuses flight and song into a single continuous action
  • Strategic shift from descriptive to interrogative mode in the final third, turning the poem from portrait to philosophical inquiry

Reread prompt

When Shelley asks for only "half the gladness" of the skylark, what does this concession reveal about his understanding of human creativity?

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