The wind was on the withered heath,
but in the forest stirred no leaf
There shadows lay by night and day
And 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.

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare
And swept upon the dragon's lair
There black and dark lay boulders stark
And flying smoke was in the air.

The grasses hissed, their tassles bent,
The reeds were rattling - on it went
O'er shaken pool by the heavens cool
Where racing clouds were torn and rent

It left the world and took its flight
Up over the stormy seas of night,
The moon set sail upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.

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