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posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 05:24am on 2016-02-02

"[...] O thou
 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
 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
[...]"
  -- from "Ode to the West Wind" (1820) by Percy Bysshe Shelley (b. 1792-08-04, d. 1822-07-08)

[I found this while seeking the context for "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" which is the last line of this poem. Happy Groundhog Day!"]

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