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 /> <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 />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-is-awakened/
