Come little winds

Wake up, you little Night Winds:

Blow your best!

We want you all -

Ha-ha! that's East and West,

The North Wind too,

She always blows the strongest:

You all must draw your deepest breath and longest,

With open mouth!

Now go and blow the Haystack out of bed!

Whistle her dreams of straw across the sky

And whirl her canvas skirts about her head -

You can but try!

Go, sweep her to'ards the Cave, and break her trance:

Thick Mother of the Sprites -

She must get in:

Even a Haystack's elephantine dance

Is somewhere thin!