The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay by night and day,
And inside dark things silent crept beneath
The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled;
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased,
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
It's whistling voices were released
It left the world and took it's flight
Over the wide seas of the night,
The moon set sail upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light
The grasses hissed, their tassles bent,
The reeds were rattling -- on it went
O'er shaken pool under the heavens cool
Where racing clouds were torn and rent
It passed the lonely Mountain bare
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark
And flying smoke was in the air
It left the world and took it's flight
Over the wide seas of the night,
The moon set sail upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light