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 IS moonlight on Trebarwith Vale,
 * And moonlight on an Ogre keen,

Who, prowling hungry through the dale,
 * A lone cottage hath seen.

Small, with thin smoke ascending up,
 * Three casements and a door —

The Ogre eager is to tap,
 * And here seems dainty store.

Sweet as a larder to a mouse,
 * So to him staring down,

Seemed the small-windowed moonlit house,
 * With jasmine overgrown.

He snorted, as the billows snort
 * In darkness of the night;

Betwixt his lean locks tawny-swart,
 * He glowered on the sight.