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| BEWARE! …….. Beware! | |
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| Hark to the beat! The trampling beat! | |
| Of the satyrs’ feet! Galloping feet! | |
| Hark to the sound! The maddening sound! | |
| They stamp the ground! They gash the ground! | 5 |
| The long grass tickles their legs, their heels! | |
| They come in clattering swoops and reels! | |
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| Beware! …….. Beware! | |
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| Beware their hoofs! Their pounding hoofs! | |
| Like hail on roofs! On rickety roofs! | 10 |
| They scatter the flowers! The fields of flowers! | |
| In petalling showers! Yellow-red showers! | |
| With crashing hammer and thud and pound | |
| The satyrs leap in a whirling bound! | |
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| Beware! …….. Beware! | 15 |
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| Their hoofs will shatter your garden walk! | |
| Their pound will smother your cautious talk! | |
| They’ll batter your red-geranium pot! | |
| They’ll gut your cabbage and onion plot! | |
| Hark from the hill!—the forest hill! | 20 |
| Where trees are still! ….. ! | |
| Hark to the beat! …… ! | |
| The laughter beat! The echoing beat | |
| Of hammering feet! In the after heat | |
| Of a clattering run, through miles of sun! | 25 |
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| Beware! …….. Beware! | |
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