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Anne Bronte
1820-1849

Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soariing,
And carried aloft on the wing 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.

© 2000 Elena and Yacov Feldman