My soul is awakened¹, 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 rapture² the earth and the seas.

    The long withered³ 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 scudding⁴ across the blue sky

    I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing⁵ The foam⁶ 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！