“Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, book Ode to the West Wind

St. V
Ode to the West Wind (1819)
Context: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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