We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him!
The wind was on the withered heath
But in the forest stirred no leaf
There shadows lay be night or day
And dark things silent crept beneath
The wind came down from mountains cold
And like a tide it roared and rolled
The branches groaned, the forest moaned
And leaves were laid upon the mould
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices were released
The grasses hissed, their tassels bent
The reeds were rattling--on it went
This line contains internal rhyme: “harsh” and “marsh” which speeds up the reading of the line, making it seem more urgent.