The wind came down from mountain could 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 an harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released
Дул ветер с темных стылых гор, Под ним стонал окрестный бор. Скрипел. стонал, во тьме шуршал Листвы тревожный разговор
Дул ветер прямо на восток, И лес промок, и лес продрог. Кустарник стыл, и в небе плыл Лохматых туч густой поток.