THE WOODS OF WESTERMAIN 



Enter these enchanted woods, 



You who dare. 



Nothing harms beneath the leaves 

 More than waves a swimmer cleaves. 

 Toss your heart up with the 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. 



