9 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 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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