Shelley and me

Drive my dead thoughts over 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, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
 
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

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