Drive my dead thoughts over... «Ода западному ветру»

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  innashpitzberg

  8 сентября 2021

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  Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
  Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
  And, by the incantation of this verse,

  Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
  Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
  Be through my lips to unawakened Earth

  The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
  If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

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