onsdag 20 oktober 2010

Windy Autumn Day, 1903
Allen Butler Talcott
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I
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,
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Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
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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
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Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
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Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear!
............................. from Ode to the West Wind
...................................... by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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