Ode to the West Wind Quotes

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 The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O Uncontrol...

O Thou, 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 clar...

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing (2-3)

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! (57-58)