My dress is silent when I tread the ground <br />Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. <br />Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air <br />Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, <br />And then the power of clouds carries me far <br />Above the people; and my ornaments <br />Loudly resound, send forth a melody <br />And clearly sing, when I am not in touch <br />With earth or water, but a flying spirit.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-english-riddle/
