It Was But the Wild Blast As It Sung Thro the Trees

O, father, my father, and did you not hear The Erl-King whisper so low in my ear? Be still, my hearts darling my child, be at ease; It was but the wild blast as it sung thro the trees. A desperate attempt at comfort and assurances of safety. Honeyed oats, toasted clove, hazelnuts, hay, and skin-warmed wool.