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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
\nThou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
\nAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,<\/p>\n
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
\nPestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
\nWho chariotest to their dark wintry bed<\/p>\n
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
\nEach like a corpse within its grave, until
\nThine azure sister of the Spring shall blow<\/p>\n
Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill
\n(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
\nWith living hues and odors plain and hill:<\/p>\n
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
\nDestroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!<\/p>\n
II<\/p>\n
Thou on whose stream, ‘mid the steep sky’s commotion,
\nLoose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed,
\nShook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,<\/p>\n
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
\nOn the blue surface of thine aery surge,
\nLike the bright hair uplifted from the head<\/p>\n
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
\nOf the horizon to the zenith’s height,
\nThe locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge<\/p>\n
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
\nWill be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
\nVaulted with all thy congregated might<\/p>\n
Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
\nBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!<\/p>\n
III<\/p>\n
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
\nThe blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
\nLulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,<\/p>\n
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay,
\nAnd saw in sleep old palaces and towers
\nQuivering within the wave’s intenser day,<\/p>\n
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
\nSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
\nFor whose path the Atlantic’s level powers<\/p>\n
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
\nThe sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
\nThe sapless foliage of the ocean, know<\/p>\n
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
\nAnd tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!<\/p>\n
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If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
\nIf I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
\nA wave to pant beneath thy power, and share<\/p>\n
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
\nThan thou, O uncontrollable! If even
\nI were as in my boyhood, and could be<\/p>\n
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
\nAs then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
\nScarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven<\/p>\n
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
\nOh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
\nI fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!<\/p>\n
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
\nOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.<\/p>\n
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
\nWhat if my leaves are falling like its own!
\nThe tumult of thy mighty harmonies<\/p>\n
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
\nSweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
\nMy spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!<\/p>\n
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
\nLike withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
\nAnd, by the incantation of this verse,<\/p>\n
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
\nAshes and sparks, my words among mankind!
\nBe through my lips to unawakened earth<\/p>\n
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
\nIf Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?\u3000\uff08\u51ac\u6765\u305f\u308a\u306a\u3070\u6625\u9060\u304b\u3089\u3058\uff09<\/p>\n
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