by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
To the West Wind (from Ode to the West Wind, 1819) See original
Language: English
... 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 As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! 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 ...
Composition:
- Set to music by Edward Rushton , "To the West Wind (from Ode to the West Wind, 1819)", 2000, stanzas 21-25 [ baritone and piano ], from Three Fragments of Shelley, no. 3
Text Authorship:
- by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), "Ode to the West Wind"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Árpád Tóth) , "Óda a nyugati Szélhez"
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 75
Word count: 556