Poetry Day - My soul is awakened

The wind is wild here today. Windy days often remind me of this poem by Anne Bronte, either that or the story of the day Noddy's hat blew off and ended up on Tessy Bear's washing line. The poem is written in my travel diary next to photos of Land's End in England, which I visited once in the middle of gales in that part of the country. If I thought it wouldn't take me too long, I dig up and scan a photo, but here is the poem, in any case. I was going to leave off the last verse, but shall post the complete poem.

Painting by Nicole Wong. See here.

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!

Anne Brontë