Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

An English Breeze


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: travel, god, sun, night, tree, water

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (An English Breeze by Robert Louis Stevenson )

Enter the verification code :

  • Josie Whitehead (6/9/2007 10:24:00 AM)

    The first and second verse I liked. I thought the third verse went off the subject, then gradually it came back by the last verse. I've written quite a few poems about the wind (www.whiteheadm.co.uk - Josie's poems) . I've personified my wind. With Robert Louis Stevenson, his wind is female. Mine is male: Mr Wind. I have used rhyming words to give sound to his actions: He tussled with hedges and then rustled the trees. - (hear the ssssss's - wind sounds) .
    He’s tangled the sheets, and mangled the wheat; (two good words for his movements - - - but I could have said: he strangled something too, ha ha) .
    Then later in my poem I said of him:
    He’s cheeky and sneaky, he’s loud and he’s proud.

    I think RLS could have done more of this in his third and first part of the fourth verse. I like his: 'spins, tosses and compels'. I must remember that for another of my own poems. Then he uses his ssss's (the sound of the wind) in his last verse, to bring us back to the wind again: While, swift and singing, smooth and strong. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

Poem of the Day

poet Christina Georgina Rossetti

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]