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POEMS AND LYRICS.

Thousand eyeballs under hoods
Have you by the hair.
Enter these enchanted woods,
You who dare.


II.

 
Here the snake across your path
Stretches in his golden bath:
Mossy-footed squirrels leap
Soft as winnowing plumes of Sleep:
Yaffles on a chuckle skim
Low to laugh from branches dim:
Up the pine, where sits the star,
Rattles deep the moth-winged jar.
Each has business of his own;
But should you distrust a tone,
Then beware.