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Rh Shudder all the haunted roods, All the eyeballs under hoods
 * Shroud you in their glare.

Enter these enchanted woods,
 * You who dare.

Open hither, open hence, Scarce a bramble weaves a fence, Where the strawberry runs red, With white star-flower overhead; Cumbered by dry twig and cone, Shredded husks of seedlings flown, Mine of mole and spotted flint: Of dire wizardry no hint, Save mayhap the print that shows Hasty outward-tripping toes,