My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring br And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; br For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, br Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. br The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing, br The bare trees are tossing their branches on high; br The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing, br The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.