By Percy Shelley, written in 1820. The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?-- See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me? [caption id="attachment_5531" align="aligncenter" width="455"] Der Morgen ("Morning", 1808), oil on canvas by Philipp Otto Runge[/caption]