The Poetry of Shelley - 9 - Robert Eddison

My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
And thine doth like an angel sit
Beside a helm conducting it,
Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
It seems to float ever, for ever,
Upon that many-winding river,
Between mountains, woods, abysses,
A paradise of wildernesses!
Till, like one in slumber bound,
Borne to the ocean, I float down, around,
Into a sea profound, of ever-spreading sound

Shelley read by Robert Eddison (Spoken Arts SAC 869) A bit old fashioned, (Eddison was a BBC voice of the 1940s and 1950s) but perfect diction, rectitude and sensitivity. The vinyl ancient but the sound first-rate (I now find myself preferring vinyl because it sounds so natural) I add all of the relevant Gale series on Shelley. Kindly seed.


01 Ozymandias
02 To Night
03 Asia's Song from Prometheus Unbound, II, 5
04 Ode to the West Wind
05 The Cloud
06 To a Skylark
07 Chorus from Hellas: "The world's great age begins anew"