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.