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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478241" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the West Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,<br>Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead<br>Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,<br>Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,<br>Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,<br>Each like a corpse within its grave, until<br>Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill<br>(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)<br>With living hues and odors plain and hill:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;<br>Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,<br>Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,<br>Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread<br>On the blue surface of thine aery surge,<br>Like the bright hair uplifted from the head</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge<br>Of the horizon to the zenith's height,<br>The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the dying year, to which this closing night<br>Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,<br>Vaulted with all thy congregated might</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere<br>Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams<br>The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,<br>Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,<br>And saw in sleep old palaces and towers<br>Quivering within the wave's intenser day,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All overgrown with azure moss and flowers<br>So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou<br>For whose path the Atlantic's level powers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below<br>The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear<br>The sapless foliage of the ocean, know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,<br>And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;<br>If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;<br>A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The impulse of thy strength, only less free<br>Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even<br>I were as in my boyhood, and could be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,<br>As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed<br>Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.<br>Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!<br>I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed<br>One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:<br>What if my leaves are falling like its own!<br>The tumult of thy mighty harmonies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,<br>Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,<br>My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drive my dead thoughts over the universe<br>Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!<br>And, by the incantation of this verse,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth<br>Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!<br>Be through my lips to unawakened earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,<br>If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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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,
Who chari..."></div>
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