O wild West Wind, thou breath  of Autumn's  being ,

Thou, from whose unseen presence  the leavesdead 

Are driven, like ghosts 6 from an enchanter fleeing,

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

Pestilence-stricken  multitudes : O thou,

Who chariotest  to their dark wintry bed

The winged  seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse  within its grave , until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks  to feed in air)

With living hues 19and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer  and preserver ; hear, oh hear!

第二节

Thou on whose stream , 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 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 locks of the approaching  storm. Thou dirge 

Of the dying year, to which this closing night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre ,

Vaulted with all thy congregated  might

Of vapours , from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

第三节

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams 

The blue Mediterranean , where he lay,

Lull'd 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 overgrownwith azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou