Across the Streaming Tide - Summoning

In autumn when wind and the sea

Rejoice to live and laugh to be

And scarce the blast that curbs the tree

And bids before it quail and flee

In winter when the year burns low

As fire wherein no firebrands glow

And winds dishevel as they blow

The stormy lovely wings of snow

The hearts of western elves burn bright

With joy that mocks the spring

To hear all heaven’s keen clarions ring

Music that bids the spirit sing

And wind by night in northern lands

Arose, and «Lord» it cried

And drove the ships from ancient strands

Across the streaming tide