Clarke award for her book of science fiction, He, She and It.
We will rise from the windswept northeast, where our forefathers first realized revolution.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Second Stanza And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - Hope is always singing, but it sounds the sweetest when the wind gets rougher.