Kevin Crossley-Holland, Riddle 7

Silent is my dress when I step across the earth,

reside in my house, or ruffle the waters.

Sometimes my adornments and this high windy air

lift me over the livings of men,

the power of the clouds carries me far

over all people. My white pinions

resound very loudly, ring with a melody,

sing out clearly, when I sleep not on

the soil or settle on grey waters — a travelling spirit.

Anon (trs. Kevin Crossley-Holland), from The Exeter Book