Hey there friends! Welcome to another Saturday. This week we have a poetry spotlight from the lesser known Bronte sister, Anne. It’s really unfortunate she’s not as widely read as her sisters Charlotte and Emily. Anne just wasn’t into writing those dark, brooding Byronic heroes her sisters loved. It’s even the subject of a comic one of my favorite artists, Kate Beaton, drew when her site Hark! a Vagrant was still up and running.
Anyway, this poem by Anne is short, but lovely. It never specifically mentions fall, but I can’t help but feel it’s set during the fall. We all know how much I love fall and want it to be here already, so anything I can read, watch, or do is perfectly welcome here!
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 lashingAnne Bronte
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!