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ODE TO THE WEST WIND.

I.

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 : 0, thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

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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

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Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill :

Wild Spirit, which art moving every where;
Destroyer and preserver ; hear, O, hear!

II.

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Thou on whose stream, ʼmid the steep sky's commotion,
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 airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

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Of some fierce Mænad, 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,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might

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Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst : 0, hear!

III.

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

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Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

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All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
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

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Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves : 0, hear !

IV.

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

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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
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven

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As thus with thee in

prayer

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sore need.
Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud !
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed !

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A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud.

V.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is :
What if my leaves are falling like its own !
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

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Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
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,

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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 ?

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SOPHIA.

I.

Thou art fair, and few are fairer

Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean;
They are robes that fit the wearer

Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion
Ever falls and shifts and glances
As the life within them dances.

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II.

Thy deep eyes, a double Planet,

Gaze the wisest into madness
With soft clear fire, the winds that fan it

Are those thoughts of tender gladness
Which, like Zephyrs on the billow,
Make thy gentle soul their pillow.

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III.

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If whatever face thou paintest

In those eyes grows pale with pleasure,
If the fainting soul is faintest

When it hears thy harp's wild measure,
Wonder not that when thou speakest
Of the weak my heart is weakest.

IV.

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As dew beneath the wind of morning,

As the sea which Whirlwinds waken,
As the birds at thunder's warning,

As aught mute yet deeply shaken,
As one who feels an unseen spirit
Is my heart when thine is near it.

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