| 610. Ode to the West Wind |
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! O thou | 5 |
| Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed | |
| The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, | |
| Each like a corpse within its grave, until | |
| Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow | |
| Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill | 10 |
| (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) | |
| With living hues and odours plain and hill; | |
| Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; | |
| Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear! | |
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| 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, | 25 |
| Vaulted with all thy congregated might | |
| Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere | |
| Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear! | |
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams | |
| The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, | 30 |
| Lull'd by the coil of his crystàlline streams, | |
| Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay, | |
| And saw in sleep old palaces and towers | |
| Quivering within the wave's intenser day, | |
| All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers | 35 |
| 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 | 40 |
| Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, | |
| And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear! | |
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 | 45 |
| 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 | 50 |
| Scarce seem'd a vision—I would ne'er have striven | |
| As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. | |
| O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! | |
| I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! | |
| A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd | 55 |
| 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 tumult of thy mighty harmonies | |
| Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, | 60 |
| Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, | |
| My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! | |
| Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, | |
| Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth; | |
| And, by the incantation of this verse, | 65 |
| Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth | |
| Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! | |
| Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth | |
| The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, | |
| If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? | 70 |
Gifted English II
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FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur. -- Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves
'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
