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.
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased,
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices were released.
The grasses hissed, their tassles bent,
The reeds were rattling - on it went
O'er shaken pool under 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 its flight
Over the wide seas of the night,
The moon set sail upon the gale
And stars were fanned to leaping light.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold.