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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ode to the Westwind (Sprache & Litteratur).
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowedOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling...