My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, and carried a loft on the wings of the breeze. Around me, the wild wind is roaring, arousing to rapture the earth and the sea. The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing. The bear trees are tossing their branches on high. The dead leaves beneath them are merely 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.