~ Anne Brontė ~
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!
