He rushed out in the forest’s gloom,
Climbed up and joined with boyish glee
The eagle on the highest tree,
And rocked before the northern blast.
It cooled his cheek, it cooled his heart.
How happy could he but depart
Upon the cloud-wain hurrying past,
And wend him yonder through the air
To that far world, so bright and fair,
Where victory beckons, and renown