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11breath of autumns being<b> I</b>
22leaves like ghost from an enchanter fleeingO wild West Wind, <b></b> thou breath of Autumn's being,
33loose clouds like angels of rain and lightningThou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
44shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and oceanAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
5wild spirit, which art moving everywhere
6if I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear
7if I were a swift cloud to fly with thee
85
96a swift cloud to fly with theeYellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
7Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
8Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
9
10The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
11Each like a corpse within its grave, until
12Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
13
14Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
15(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
16With living hues and odours plain and hill:
17
18Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
19Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
20
21<b> II</b>
22
23Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,
24Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
25Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
26
27Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
28On the blue surface of thine aery surge,
29Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
30
31Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
32Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
33The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
34
35Of the dying year, to which this closing night
36Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
37Vaulted with all thy congregated might
38
39Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
40Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
41
42<b> III</b>
43
44Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
45The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
46Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
47
48Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
49And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
50Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
51
52All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
53So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
54For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
55
56Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
57The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
58The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
59
60Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
61And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
62
63<b> IV</b>
64
65If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
66If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
67A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
68
69The impulse of thy strength, only less free
70Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
71I were as in my boyhood, and could be
72
73The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
74As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
75Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven
76
77As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
78Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
79I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
80
81A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
82One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.<b></b>
83
84<b> V</b>
85
86Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
87What if my leaves are falling like its own!
88The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
89
90Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
91Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
92My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
93
94Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
95Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
96And, by the incantation of this verse,
97
98Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
99Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
100Be through my lips to unawakened earth
101
102The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,
103If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

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