There paused to shut the door A fellow called the Wind, With mystery before, And reticence behind.

Here's to the day when it is May And care as light as a feather, When your little shoes and my big boots Go tramping over the heather.

Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are …

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass Alone, important and wise, And lifts to the changing moon His changing eyes.