Earth II
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 Pest(ilence)-stricken multitudes Thou, who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged 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 Wild Spirit, Thou art moving everywhere Destroyer and preserver hear, oh hear! Thou on whose stream, mid steep sky's commotion Loose clouds like earth's leaves are shed Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Angels of rain and lightning spread On the blue surface of Thine aëry surge Like the bright hair from the head of some fierce Maenad From the dim verge of the horizon to Zenith's height The locks of (the) coming storm Thou dirge of (the) dying year, this closing night (Will) be the dome of a vast sepulchre Vaulted with all Thy might Make me Thy lyre, (even) as the forest (is) My leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of Thy mighty harmonies (Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone) Sweet (though) in sadness Be Thou, Spirit fierce, my spirit! Impetuous one! Drive my (dead) thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! By the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from a fire's hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips the trumpet of the prophecy!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
The leaves fall from afar Like distant gardens withered in the heavens In the nights the heavy Earth falls out the stars into the Solitude. This all doth fall. This hand of mine (too must fall), is the Law. There is One who holds this falling Softly in Thy hands! If only Thou wast eternal! Surging then reposing, the ancient sea And mountains all ascend in Thy roaring streams Winds respire and rush within the woods From vale to vale below. Here above, the lingering light as ether stills The spirit and the mysterious yearnings That lie deeper in Thy breast In the heights as silver The snow and ice withstand Witness to Thy immortal chant A sparkle from a burning coal It shined a trice and vanished like us Ascending to the Heavens Staring at the Gods What Once and Never Was!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
With this wind comes fate Let it come all that surging and blind Before which we will glow Be still, don't bestir yourself, so it finds us. From somewhere this winds brings, Staggering from bearing, nameless things That which we are, over the sea. ... If only we were it, so we would be home The heavens in us would rise up and down With this wind, fate goes immensely Beyond us ever and anon. The storm, the shifter of shapes Drives on across the woods and across time The world looks as if it had no age The landscape, like a line in the psalm book, Is seriousness and weight and eternity! What we (choose to) fight is so vane! What fights (with) us is so great! If only we (would) let ourselves be dominated As things do in storms We would become power and need no names!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025