Wake the serpent not—lest he Should not know the way to go,-- Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping Through the deep grass of the meadow! Not a bee shall hear him creeping, Not a may-fly shall awaken From its cradling blue-bell shaken, Not the starlight as he’s sliding Through the grass with silent gliding.SourceThe script ran 0.012 seconds.
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