• but oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted down the green hill
    a thwart a cedarn cover!
    a savage place! as holy and enchanted as e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted by woman wailing for her demon lover!
    and all who heard should cry Beware! beware!
    his flashing eyes, his floating hair!
    weave a circle round him thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread,
    for he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise.