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Rh Wrangling, howsoe'er remote, Discords out of discord spin Round and round derisive din: Sudden will a pallor pant Chill at screeches miscreant; Owls or spectres, thick they flee; Nightmare upon horror broods; Hooded laughter, monkish glee,
 * Gaps the vital air.

Enter these enchanted woods
 * You who dare.

You must love the light so well That no darkness will seem fell. Love it so you could accost Fellowly a livid ghost.