O’er the crest of the hill
Came hence a cry so shrill,
That with darting eyes
I searched the skies
For a someone; invisible one.

Through the mist of the night
I scanned with all my might.
Yet I found not a soul,
Nor light, as from a coal.
But a someone; imperceptible one.

As I came near the spot
I beheld what I sought,
I could not tell, friend or foe.
Appearing first a shadow,
Now a someone; immortal one.