Saturday Poetry Corner: Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day

 

 

  

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.

 

 

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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!" 

 

"Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day"
(1842)
Anne Bronte
(1820-1849)
English novelist and poetess