Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither’d leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth …
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ode To The West Wind
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