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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. "