They a secret land inhabit,
the wolf-retreats, the windy nesses,
the dangerous fen-path, where
the mountain-stream, under the nesses'
mists, flows downward, a flood
beneath the earth.  It is not far
hence, a mile's measure, that
the lake stands, over which
hang frost-covered groves;
woods fast by roots, the water
over-hang:  there may
every night a fearful wonder
be seen, fire in the flood.



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