My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring <br />And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; <br />For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, <br />Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. <br />The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing, <br />The bare trees are tossing their branches on high; <br />The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing, <br />The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky. <br /> <br />I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing <br />The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray; <br />I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing, <br />And hear the wild roar of their thunder today! <br /> <br />Acton<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-composed-in-a-wood-on-a-windy-day/
