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."