BUT SOON THERE BREATHED A WIND ON ME,
NOR SOUND NOR MOTION MADE...
ITS PATH WAS NOT UPON THE SEA,
IN RIPPLE OR IN SHADE.

IT RAISED MY HAIR, IT FANNED MY CHEEK
LIKE A MEADOW-GALE OF SPRING...
IT MINGLED STRANGELY WITH MY FEARS,
YET IT FELT LIKE A WELCOMING!