A review by wisteriacrow
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley

5.0

Favourite Linss:
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
(I)
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The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, 
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
(V)