...leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and...

...bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks,...

...and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like witherM leaves to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd...

...bowed 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 adeep autumnal tone — Sweet though in sadness. Bo thou, spirit fierce, My spirit I Be thon me, impetuous...

...fear, And tremble and despoil themselves : Oh hear ! ***** Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ; 1 Maenad— from a word which means mad. The Maenades were priestesses of Bacchus — thus...

...the previous year, 1819 — Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are fallen like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies...the universe Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth ; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and...

...bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe ODE TO AUTUMN. 85 Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse,...

...bowed 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...harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet thought in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts...

...the previous year, 1819 — Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are fallen like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit tierce, My spirit ! be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered...

...bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. y. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult...the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks,...