Then one, dear friend, was swiftly changed to twain,
And Zarathustra left my teeming brain....
A DANCING SONG TO THE MISTRAL
WIND.[[17]]
Wildly rushing, clouds outleaping,
Care-destroying, Heaven sweeping,
Mistral wind, thou art my friend!
Surely 'twas one womb did bear us,
Surely 'twas one fate did pair us,
Fellows for a common end.
From the crags I gaily greet you,