What I am, I must not show
   What I am thou could (not know)
   Something between heaven and hell
   Something that neither stood nor fell
   Something that through thy wit or will
   May work thee good, may work thee ill
  
   Neither substance quite, nor shadow
   Haunting lonely moor and meadow
   Dancing by the haunted spring
   Riding on the whirlwinds wing
  
   Far less happy, for we have
   Help nor hope beyond the grave
   Man awakes to joy or sorrow
   Ours the sleep that knows no morrow
   This is all that I can show
   This is all that you may know
  
   A year there is a lifetime
   And a second but a day
   And an older would will meet you
   Each morn' you come away
  
   The thunder's noise is our delight
   And lightning makes us day by night
   And in the air we dance on high
   To the loud music of the sky