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