West Wind Songtext
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Mid the steep sky's commotion
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
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height
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
Of some fierce Maenad, 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 sepulcher
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst, oh, hear
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulcher
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst, oh, hear
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet
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