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Through lane it laythrough bramble
Through clearing and through wood
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.
The wolf came peering curious
The owl looked puzzled down
The serpent's satin figure
Glid stealthily along
The tempests touched our garments
The lightning's poinards gleamed
Fierce from the Crag above us
The hungry Vulture screamed
The satyr's fingers beckoned
The valley murmured "Come"
These were the mates
This was the road
Those children fluttered home.
