I
How the wind travels now,
No one dares run with it.
Great trees bend low to it,
Rivers fight back to it,
Roaring and splashing it!
II
Hear its wings flapping strong
Far in the hidden skies!
Swift it flies northward high,
Whistling and calling loud,
Hunting its running prey!
(The Hawk and its mate are announced, and all the rest of the forest
folk. Finally, at dawn, the eagle is announced by the flute.)