O wild west wind, Op. 53, No. 3 (Edward Elgar)
- Editor: Robin Doveton (submitted 2008-01-24). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 191 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Revised Sept. 2020.
Description: Completed Rome, December, 1907
Original text and translations
O wild West Wind, make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if 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! Be thou me, impetuous one!
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?