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!

Anne Bronte (1820-1849) was an English novelist and poet who wrote under the pen-name Action Bell, She and her sisters, Emily and Charlotte, wrote books and poems that are considered classics today. Anne Bronte's best known work is the novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.

The poet was inspired to write this poem after she took a walk in the countryside on a windy day. The poem describes her love for wild weather, the countryside and the sea. 

soaring : flying high

aloft : in the air

rapture : a feeling of immense joy

withered : dried up

glancing : reflecting light

scudding : moving quickly in a line

lashing : whipping, beating

billows : large waves

whirlwinds : here, it means that large amounts of spray are being tossed around by the rough waves in the ocean