“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

The Woods of Westermain http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woods-of-westermain/, st. 1 (1883).

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British novelist and poet of the Victorian era 1828–1909

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