Owl and pewit, jay and piet!

Will no bird to-night be quiet?

What is this? red salamanders,

With long legs and swoll’n paunches,

Weaving wreathy fire-meanders

Through the thicket’s bristling branches!

And the trees, their roots outspreading

From the sand and rocky bedding,

Winding, stretching, twisting grimly,

Through the dun air darting dimly