ode to the west wind
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.
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
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
make me thy lyre,even as the forest is:
what if my leaves are falling like its own!
the of thy mightly harmonies
will take from both a deep,autumnal tone,
sweet though in sadness.be thou,spixit fierce,
my spirit!be thou me,impetuous one!
drive my dead thoughts over the
like withered leaves to a new birth!
and,by the incantation of this verse,
scatter,as from an unextinguished
ashes and sparks,my words among mankind!
be through my lips to unawakened earth.
the of a phophecy!o wind,
if winter comes ,can spring be far behind?