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Title: Ode To The West Wind Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley [More Titles by Shelley] (This poem was conceived and chiefly written in a wood that skirts the Arno, near Florence, and on a day when that tempestuous wind, whose temperature is at once mild and animating, was collecting the vapours which pour down the autumnal rains. They began, as I foresaw, at sunset with a violent tempest of hail and rain, attended by that magnificent thunder and lightning peculiar to the Cisalpine regions. The phenomenon alluded to at the conclusion of the third stanza is well known to naturalists. The vegetation at the bottom of the sea, of rivers, and of lakes, sympathizes with that of the land in the change of seasons, and is consequently influenced by the winds which announce it.--[SHELLEY'S NOTE.]) [Published with "Prometheus Unbound", 1820.]
1. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; 2. Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere 3. Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, 4. The impulse of thy strength, only less free The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed 5. Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind, [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |