I
Was
In
The
Forest
And
The
Forest
Serpents
Round
Me
Hovered
Glided
For
They
Had
Made
Friends
With me
But
Then
On
The
Horizon
Thunder
Roared
And
Lightning
Flashed:
And
Then
The
Serpents
Became
Flowers
Giant
With
Giant
Petals
Opening
Ah!
What
The
Work of beauty!
What the work of
Magic!
Through
That
We
Redeem
Ourselves
Let
We
Be
Poor
But
Be
So!
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