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. And runes of power upon the door. There shone forever, fair and bright]