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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