Trisomie 21
West Wind
Mid the steep sky's commotionLoose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedShook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and OceanAngels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine airy surgeLike the bright hair uplifted from the headOf some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf the horizon to the zenith's heightThe locks of the approaching storm, thou dirgeOf the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulcherVaulted with all thy congregated mightOf vapors, from whose solid atmosphereBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst, oh, hearThou who didst waken from his summer dreamsThe blue Mediterranean, where he layLulled by the coil of his crystalline streamsBeside a pumice isle in Baiae's bayAnd saw in sleep old palaces and towersQuivering within the wave's intenser dayAll overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet
From Letras Mania