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                 Notes          Lines 23-28

                                Thou Dirge

                                Of the dying year, to which this closing night
                                Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
                                Vaulted with all thy congregated might
                                Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
                                Black rain and fire and hail will burst: O hear!

                                •    The speaker develops a morbid metaphor to describe the power of the West Wind. The
                                     wind is described as a “dirge,” or funeral song, to mark the death of the old year. The
                                     night that’s falling as the storm comes is going to be like a dark-domed tomb constructed
                                     of thunderclouds, lightning, and rain.
                                •    The poet ends by asking the West Wind once again to “hear” him, but we don’t know
                                     yet what exactly he wants it to listen to.

                                Lines 29-32

                                Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
                                The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

                                Lulled by the coil of his chrystalline streams,
                                Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ’s bay,
                                •    The speaker tells us more about the West Wind’s wacky exploits: the Mediterranean Sea
                                     has lain calm and still during the summer, almost as though on vacation “beside a
                                     pumice isle in Baiæ’s bay,” a holiday spot for the ancient Romans. But the West Wind
                                     has woken the Mediterranean, presumably by stirring him up and making the sea choppy
                                     and storm-tossed.
                                •    The Mediterranean is personified here as male.


                                Lines 33-36
                                And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

                                Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,
                                All overgrown with azure moss, and flower
                                So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!

                                •    During his summertime drowsiness, the Mediterranean has seen in his dreams the “old
                                     palaces and towers” along Baiæ’s bay, places that are now overgrown with plants so that
                                     they have become heartbreakingly picturesque.

                                Lines 36-38

                                Thou
                                For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers
                                Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below



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