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.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!

Me - who am as a nerve o'er which do creep The else unfelt oppressions of this earth, And was to thee the flame upon thy hearth, When all beside was cold: - th…

One only leaf upon the top of a tree - the sole remaining leaf - danced round and round like a rag blown by the wind.

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.

'It was ideal apple-eating weather; the whitest sunlight descended from the purest sky, and an easterly wind rustled, without ripping loose, the last of the le…