Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

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ODE TO THE WEST WIND

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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 wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,