Answer:
preposition
Explanation:
because I'm not sure what the plan is the best way
There is raining butterflies everywhere!
Answer:
The speaker asks the wind to “make me thy lyre,” to be his own Spirit, and to drive his thoughts across the universe, “like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth.” He asks the wind, by the incantation of this verse, to scatter his words among mankind, to be the “trumpet of a prophecy.”