Fragment: 'Wake the Serpent Not'
Wake the serpent not--lest heShould not know the way to go,--Let him crawl which yet lies sleepingThrough the deep grass of the meadow!Not a bee shall hear him creeping,Not a may-fly shall awakenFrom its cradling blue-bell shaken,Not the starlight as he's slidingThrough the grass with silent gliding.
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