Farewell we call to the earth and hall
   Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall
   We must away ere break of day
   For over wood, tree and mountain tall.
  
   With foes ahead, behind us dread
   Beneath the sky's our bed
   Until at last our toil be passed
   Our journey's done with sped
  
   Beneath the moon and under a tall star
   I wandered so far from northern lands
   Bewildered on enchanting charming ways
   So far from the days of mortal lands
  
   From gashing of the narrow ice so near
   Where shadows lie frozen on the hills top
   From neither heats and burning glowing waste
   I'm turning in haste and fear.