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An English Breeze
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

An English Breeze

UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.

Through all the land her tale she tells;
She spins, she tosses, she compels
The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails
And all the trees in all the dales.

God calls us, and the day prepares
With nimble, gay and gracious airs:
And from Penzance to Maidenhead
The roads last night He watered.

God calls us from inglorious ease,
Forth and to travel with the breeze
While, swift and singing, smooth and strong
She gallops by the fields along.

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Comments (5)

A wonderful poem i heard voice ite so great wishing well for grow more
Light, soothing and delightful.
Elsewhere on this website, the same poem is attributed to Robert Louis Stevenson: http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-english-breeze/ Which is it?
.....beautiful and imaginative
Very nice poem. Very light and delightful.