Enter those enchanted woods, you who dare, nothing arms beneath the leaves more then waves a swimmer cleaves.

Toss your heart up with lark, foot at peace with mouse and worm, fair you fare.

Only at a dread of dark quaver, and they quit their form. Thousand eyeballs under hoods have you by the hair.

Enter these enchanted woods, you who dare

George Meredith
"The Woods of Westermain"

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