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
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 and odors plain and hill
Wild spirit which art moving everywhere
Destroyer and preserver hear oh hear