All in the wild and windy night
I heard the treetops moan,
I heard the drift of scurrying leaves
Through the bleak garden blown.
Across the bare and empty fields,
Adown the lonely moor,
Came Barguest padding through the dark
And whining at the door.

Grey as a wreath of autumn mist
Or smoke that skyward rolled
From moorland altars long ago
To strange dim gods of old:
Dark as the dark and starless night
Where loud the storm-winds wail,
Came Barguest through the waste of years,
The midnight and the gale.

All in the mid mirk o' the night
I heard the wild wind cry
The burthen of its ancient song
Between the moor and sky, -
The wind that blows if good or ill
It bodes to me or mine,
That thus I hear beside my door,
The Grey Dog snuff and whine.