Not one of my favourite poets. Maybe it’s the very high-flown “poetic diction” which to me gives a vague and imprecise effect. One of our university lecturers claimed that Shelley’s handwriting was so atrocious that many words have been mis-transcribed, but that doesn’t explain the general misty numbing effect of so much of his verse… Favourites: “The One remains, the many change and pass” (from “Adonais”), and “Ode to the West Wind”. Also the lyric “Music, when soft voices die”, but that is not here; it can be found in in Palgrave’s Golden Treasury.