What did you see as you came by
The ragged fir?
I saw the moon ride into the sky,
And not a star with her.

And saw you naught save a lonely moon
In a starless sky?
Naught: but I heard a ghostly tune
Whistled as I came by.

As I came by the ragged fir,
I felt my hair
Rise, as the dead man, hanging there,
Blithely whistled in air.