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