[Hankie]

Q, I love every bit of the poem, not one single line, imagery or message.

Yet, particularly special are these lines:

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

Thou dirge
Of the dying year,
Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!


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,

O lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! ----VERY VERY POIGNANT LINES! IT RENDS MY HEART TO HEAR A BRAVE HEART TORN!


Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy!----A DARING, DESPERATE ASPIRATION/AMBITION!

O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? ---WORDS OF GOLD! QUINTESSENCE OF OPTIMISM/POSITIVE THINKING. MY VERY FAVOURITE QUOTE!