Explore "Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day. Acton Bell" by Charlotte Brontë on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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 to-day!