Old English riddle

　　by Anonymous

　　 My dress is silent when I tread the ground

　　 Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.

　　 Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air

　　 Raise me above the dwelling-place of men，

　　 And then the power of clouds carries me far

　　 Above the people； and my ornaments

　　 Loudly resound， send forth a melody

　　 And clearly sing， when I am not in touch

　　 With earth or water， but a flying spirit