Ode to the West Wind
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- O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
- Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
- Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
- Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
- Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, _5
- Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
- The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
- Each like a corpse within its grave, until
- Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
- Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill _10
- (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
- With living hues and odours plain and hill:
- Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
- Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
- 2.
- Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky’s commotion, _15
- Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed,
- Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
- Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
- On the blue surface of thine aery surge,
- Like the bright hair uplifted from the head _20
- Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
- Of the horizon to the zenith’s height,
- The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
- Of the dying year, to which this closing night
- Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, _25
- Vaulted with all thy congregated might
- Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
- Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
- 3.
- Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
- The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, _30
- Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
- Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay,
- And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
- Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,
- All overgrown with azure moss and flowers _35
- So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
- For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers
- Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
- The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
- The sapless foliage of the ocean, know _40
- Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
- And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
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- If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
- If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
- A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share _45
- The impulse of thy strength, only less free
- Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
- I were as in my boyhood, and could be
- The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
- As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed _50
- Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven
- As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
- Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
- I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
- A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed _55
- One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
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- Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
- What if my leaves are falling like its own!
- The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
- Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, _60
- Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
- My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
- Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
- Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
- And, by the incantation of this verse, _65
- Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
- Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
- Be through my lips to unawakened earth
- The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,
- If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? _70
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