"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,
Pestilencestricken
multitudes!" -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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great work, March 14, 2008
Reviewer: ibnsfran
This is the poem which I do like
- Published:
2003
- LearnOutLoud.com Product ID:
O007425
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