With wind and the weather beating around me
Up to the hill and moorland I go
Who will come with me? Who will climb with me?
Wade through the Brook and tramp through the snow?
Not in the petty circle of cities
Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;
Over the God is blue in the welkin,
Against me the wind and the storm rebel.
I sport with solitude here in my regions.
Of misadventure have me a friend.
Who would live largely? Who would live freely?
Here to the windswept uplands ascend.
I am the Lord of tempest and mountain,
I am the spirit of freedom and pride.
Stark must be he and a kinsman to danger
Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side.