Anne Brontë

(7 January 1820 – 28 May 1849 / Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England)

Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day - Poem by Anne Brontë

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!

Acton


Comments about Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day by Anne Brontë

  • (2/2/2016 1:49:00 AM)


    Awesome narration of nature's manifestations and poet's desire to be in perfect tune with them. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/11/2005 2:13:00 PM)


    I really appreciate this poem; here the poet manages to capture the power and force of the weather conditions on a particular day. The lines are magical evoking a sense that something more powerful has a hand in shaping our lives; as if everything had been purposely made for mankind to enjoy. The poet here is at one with the elements. It is an illustration of perfect harmony both in word and subject. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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