“O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley , book Ode to the West Wind

St. V
Source: Ode to the West Wind (1819)
Context: 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?

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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