So sweet, the ses picturg the!Thou
For whose path the Atntics level powers
Cleave theselves to chass, while far below
The sea-bloos and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the o, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And treble and despoil theselves: oh, hear!
Of vapours, fro whose solid atosphere
Bck ra, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
IV
If I were a dead leaf thou ightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pah thy power, and share
The ipulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O unntrolble!If even
I were asy boyhood, and uld be
The rade of thy wandergs over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seed a vision; I would neer have striven
As th with theeprayery sore need.
Oh, liftas a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upohorns of life!I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chaed and bowed
Ooo like thee: taless, and swift, and proud.
V
Makethy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if y leaves are fallg like its own!
The tuult of thy ighty haronies
Will take fro both a deep, autunal tone,
Sweet thoughsadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit!Be thou , ipetuo one!
Drive y dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to qui a new birth!
And, by the tation of this verse,
Scatter, as fro aguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, y words aong ankd!
Be through y lips to unawakeh
The trupet of a prophecy!O, Wd,
If Wter es,Sprg be far behd?