From "Adonais"

He is made one with Nature: there is heard
His voice in all her music, from the moan
Of thunder, to the song of night’s sweet bird; 
He is a presence to be felt and known
In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, 
Spreading itself where’er that Power may move
Which has withdrawn his being to its own; 
Which wields the world with never-wearied love,
Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.

--Percy Bysshe Shelley