Ode to The West Wind 英文原版

Ode to the West Wind

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,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestil

ence-stricken multitud

es: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and l

ow,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall bl

ow

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:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

II

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,

Loose cl

ouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

Shook from the tangl

ed boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

The l

ocks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night