UP with the sun, the breeze arose, <br />Across the talking corn she goes, <br />And smooth she rustles far and wide <br />Through all the voiceful countryside. <br /> <br />Through all the land her tale she tells; <br />She spins, she tosses, she compels <br />The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails <br />And all the trees in all the dales. <br /> <br />God calls us, and the day prepares <br />With nimble, gay and gracious airs: <br />And from Penzance to Maidenhead <br />The roads last night He watered. <br /> <br />God calls us from inglorious ease, <br />Forth and to travel with the breeze <br />While, swift and singing, smooth and strong <br />She gallops by the fields along.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-english-breeze-2/
