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Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,

Like weathered 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 prophecy!  O, Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

from "Ode to the West Wind"