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OdetotheWestWindIOwildWestWind,thoubreathofAutumn'sbeing,Thou,fromwhoseunseenpresencetheleavesdeadAredriven,likeghostsfromanenchanterfleeing,Yellow,andblack,andpale,andhecticred,Pestilence-strickenmultitudes:Othou,WhochariotesttotheirdarkwintrybedThewingedseeds,wheretheyliecoldandlow,Eachlikeacorpsewithinitsgrave,untilThineazuresisteroftheSpringshallblowHerclariono'erthedreamingearth,andfill(Drivingsweetbudslikeflockstofeedinair)Withlivinghuesandodoursplainandhill:WildSpirit,whichartmovingeverywhere;Destroyerandpreserver;hear,ohhear!IIThouonwhosestream,midthesteepsky'scommotion,Loosecloudslikeearth'sdecayingleavesareshed,ShookfromthetangledboughsofHeavenandOcean,Angelsofrainandlightning:therearespreadOnthebluesurfaceofthineaerysurge,LikethebrighthairupliftedfromtheheadOfsomefierceMaenad,evenfromthedimvergeOfthehorizontothezenith'sheight,Thelocksoftheapproachingstorm.ThoudirgeOfthedyingyear,towhichthisclosingnightWillbethedomeofavastsepulchre,VaultedwithallthycongregatedmightOfvapours,fromwhosesolidatmosphereBlackrain,andfire,andhailwillburst:ohhear!IIIThouwhodidstwakenfromhissummerdreamsTheblueMediterranean,wherehelay,Lull'dbythecoilofhiscrystallinestreams,BesideapumiceisleinBaiae'sbay,AndsawinsleepoldpalacesandtowersQuiveringwithinthewave'sintenserday,AllovergrownwithazuremossandflowersSosweet,thesensefaintspicturingthem!ThouForwhosepaththeAtlantic'slevelpowersCleavethemselvesintochasms,whilefarbelowThesea-bloomsandtheoozywoodswhichwearThesaplessfoliageoftheocean,knowThyvoice,andsuddenlygrowgraywithfear,Andtrembleanddespoilthemselves:ohhear!IVIfIwereadeadleafthoumightestbear;IfIwereaswiftcloudtoflywiththee;Awavetopantbeneaththypower,andshareTheimpulseofthystrength,onlylessfreeThanthou,Ouncontrollable!IfevenIwereasinmyboyhood,andcouldbeThecomradeofthywanderingsoverHeaven,Asthen,whentooutstripthyskieyspeedScarceseem'davision;Iwouldne'erhavestrivenAsthuswiththeeinprayerinmysoreneed.Oh,liftmeasawave,aleaf,acloud!Ifalluponthethornsoflife!Ibleed!Aheavyweightofhourshaschain'dandbow'dOnetoolikethee:tameless,andswift,andproud.VMakemethylyre,evenastheforestis:Whatifmyleavesarefallinglikeitsown!ThetumultofthymightyharmoniesWilltakefrombothadeep,autumnaltone,Sweetthoughinsadness.Bethou,Spiritfierce,Myspirit!Bethoume,impetuousone!DrivemydeadthoughtsovertheuniverseLikewither'dleavestoquickenanewbirth!And,bytheincantationofthisverse,Scatter,asfromanunextinguish'dhearthAshesandsparks,mywordsamongmankind!Bethroughmylipstounawaken'dearthThetrumpetofaprophecy!OhWind,IfWintercomes,canSpringbefarbehind?