Ode to the West Wind
By
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Transcription, correction, editorial commentary, and markup by Students and Staff at the University of Virginia
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ODE TO THE WEST WIND.*Ode
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Librivox recording of "Ode to the West Wind," read by Leonard Wilson
I.
1O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
2Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
3Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
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4Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
5Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O, thou,
6Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
7The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
8Each like a corpse within its grave, until
9Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow
10Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
11(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
12With living hues and odours plain and hill:
13Wild Spirit, which art moving every where;
14Destroyer and preserver; hear, O, hear!
II.
15Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
16Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
17Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
18Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
19On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
20Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
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21Of some fierce Mænad, even from the dim verge
22Of the horizon to the zenith's height
23The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
24Of the dying year, to which this closing night
25Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
26Vaulted with all thy congregated might
27Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
28Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O, hear!
III.
29Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
30The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
31Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
32Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
33And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
34Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
35All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
36So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
37For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
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38Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
39The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
40The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
41Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,
42And tremble and despoil themselves: O, hear!
IV.
43If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
44If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
45A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
46The impulse of thy strength, only less free
47Than thou, O, uncontroulable! If even
48I were as in my boyhood, and could be
49The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
50As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
51Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven
52As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
53Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
54I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
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55A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
56One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V.
57Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
58What if my leaves are falling like its own!
59The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
60Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
61Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce,
62My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
63Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
64Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
65And, by the incantation of this verse,
66Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
67Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
68Be through my lips to unawakened earth
69The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind,
70If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?