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

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[1. [bad word] of power upon the door. There shone forever, fair and bright]