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LINES COMPOSED IN
A WOOD ON A WINDY DAY
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!
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