Old English riddle
My dress is silent when I tread the ground Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, And then the power of clouds carries me far Above the people; and my ornaments Loudly resound, send forth a melody And clearly sing, when I am not in touch With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
The authorship of this poem is unknown.
Date Published: 1000-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/old-english-riddle