NORTH WIND.

From the vast and desert deeps,

Where the lonely Kraken sleeps,

Where fixed the icy mountains high

Glimmer to the twilight sky;

Where, six lingering months to last,

The night has closed, the day is past,

Father, lo, I come, I come:

I have heard the wizard's drum,

And the withered Lapland hag,

Seal, with muttered spell, her bag:

O'er mountains white, and forests sere,

I flew, and with a wink am here.