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Rh Thousand eyeballs under hoods
 * Have you by the hair.

Enter these enchanted woods,
 * You who dare.

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.