His Crown and His Shroud

O father, see yonder! see yonder! he says; My boy, upon what doest thou fearfully gaze? O, tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud. No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud. A dread shape forms in the mist: chilled white musk, rain-soaked earth, and a gleam of blackened steel.