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Through lane it lay -- through 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 serpents satin figure Glid stealthily along -- The tempests touched our garments -- The lightnings poinards gleamed -- Fierce from the Crag above us The hungry Vulture screamed -- The satyrs fingers beckoned -- The valley murmured Come -- These were the mates -- This was the road Those children fluttered home. | 
