Explore "An English Breeze" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, / Across the talking corn she goes, / And smooth she rustles far and wide / Through all the voiceful countryside.
Through all the land her tale she tells; / She spins, she tosses, she compels / The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails / And all the trees in all the dales.
God calls us, and the day prepares / With nimble, gay and gracious airs: / And from Penzance to Maidenhead / The roads last night He watered.
God calls us from inglorious ease, / Forth and to travel with the breeze / While, swift and singing, smooth and strong / She gallops by the fields along.