“O wild West Wind! thou breath of Autumn’s being!

Thou from whose presence the leaves dead

Are driven like ghosts, from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes.”

“O wild West Wind! thou breath of Autumn’s being! Thou from whose presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts, from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes.”

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