Shelley could love all objects of nature with the glow and passion of a lover. Like Wordsworth, he could also love the more familiar and the homelier aspects of nature. In one of his poems, he tells us that be loved, “the fresh earth in new leaves dressed”, “the starry night”, “autumn evenings”, “the morn when golden mists are born”, etc.
But more characteristic off Shelley is the love of the wilder, vaster and the unfamiliar in nature. He was the one who loved the desolate rocks and caves, the fury of the storm, lightning and thunder, the waves dancing fast and bright, and the lightning of the noontide ocean flashing round him. Like his own skylark, Shelley is always soaring high into the realm of sun-and-light.