I am a cloud in the heaven's height
The stars are lit for my delight
Tireless and changeful, swift and free
I cast my shadow on hill and sea--
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me always, "Rest, rest?"

I throw my mantle over the moon
And I blind the sun on his throne at noon
Nothing can tame me, nothing can bind
I am a child of the heartless wind--
But oh the pines on the mountain's crest
Whispering always, "Rest, rest."