Ode to the West Wind
西风颂
I
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,
Each like a corpse within its grave,until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear!
哦,狂暴的西风,秋之生命的呼吸!
你无形,但枯死的落叶被你横扫,
有如鬼魅碰上了巫师,纷纷逃避：
黄的,黑的,灰的,红得象患肺痨,
呵,重染疫疠的一群：西风呵,是你
以车驾把有翼的种子催送到
黑暗的冬床上,它们就躺在那里,
象是墓中的死尸,冰冷,深藏,低贱,
直等到春天,你碧空的姊妹吹起
她的嗽叭,在沉睡的大地上响遍,
（唤出嫩芽,象羊群一样,觅食空中）
将色和香充满了山峰和平原：
不羁的精灵呵,你无处不运行；
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