Ode to the West wind
西风颂 雪莱
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power,and share.
The impulse of thy strength,only less free
Than thou,O,uncontrollable!If even
I were as in my boyhood,and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
As then,when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce 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 bowed.
One too like thee:tameless,and swift ,and proud
Make me thy lyre,even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mightly harmonies
Will take from both a deep,autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness.Be thou,spixit fierce,
My spirit!Be thou me,impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And,by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter,as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks,my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth.
The trumpet of a phophecy!O wind,
If winter comes ,can spring be far behind? |
