Tuesday, August 26, 2014

LINES COMPOSED IN A WOOD ON A WINDY DAY by Anne Bronte






LINES COMPOSED IN A WOOD ON A WINDY DAY





by  Anne Bronte (1820-1849)



My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.


The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,

The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky


I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing

The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder today !






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