Erle

My father, my father, he seizes me fast

For sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last. –

The father now gallops, with terror half wild

He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child;

He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread, –

The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead

(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Der Erlkönig)