time, Echo's voice prolongs the chime.
To - whit! To - whoo! It sounds more near; Plover, owl and jay appear, All
awake, around, above? Paunchy salamanders too Peer, long - limbed, the
bushes through! And, like snakes, the roots of trees
Coil themselves from rock and sand, Stretching many a wondrous band, Us
to frighten, us to seize; From rude knots with life embued, Polyp - fangs
abroad they spread, To snare the wanderer! 'Neath our tread, Mice, in
myriads, thousand - hued, Through the heath and through the moss! And the