Poetry Book

One of the pages is dog-eared. You open the book to this page, which contains a poem by the Victorian author George Meredith.

Here the snake across your path

Stretches in his golden bath:

Mossy-footed squirrels leap

Soft as winnowing plumes of Sleep:

Yaffles on a chuckle skim

Low to laugh from branches dim:

Up the pine, where sits the star,

Rattles deep the moth-winged jar.

Each has business of his own;

But should you distrust a tone,

Then beware.

Shudder all the haunted roods,

All the eyeballs under hoods

Shroud you in their glare.

Trespass these enchanted lairs,

You who dare.

The rest of the book seems mostly to consist of poems by Edgar Allan Poe.

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