《西风颂》英语原文

Ode to the West Wind

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 winged 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, oh hear!

II

      Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,

        Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

       Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

        Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

        On the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge,

        Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

        Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

        Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

        The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

        Of the dying year, to which this closing night

        Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

        Vaulted with all thy congregated might

        Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

        Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

III

        Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

        The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

        Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline 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! Thou

        For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

        Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

        The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

        The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

        Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

        And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!

IV

        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, and share

        The impulse of thy strength, only less free

        Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

        I were as in my boyhood, and could be

        The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

        As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

        Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven

        As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.

        Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

        I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

        A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd

        One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

V

        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!

        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! O Wind,

        If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

珀西·比希·雪莱（英文原名：Percy Bysshe Shelley，公元1792年8月4日—公元1822年7月8日），英国浪漫主义民主诗人、作家，第一位社会主义诗人、小说家、哲学家、散文随笔和政论作家、改革家、柏拉图主义者和理想主义者，受空想社会主义思想影响颇深。雪莱是英国文学史上有才华的抒情诗人之一，被誉为“诗人中的诗人”，与拜伦并称为英国浪漫主义诗歌的“双子星座”，马克思称“彻底的革命者”，恩格斯称“天才的预言家”。

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