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/ I. There in the calamus he stands / With frog-webbed feet and bat-winged hands; / His glow-worm garb glints goblin-wise; / And elfishly, and elfishly, / Above the gleam of owlet eyes, / A death's-moth cap of downy dyes / Nods out at me, nods out at me.
/ II. Now in the reeds his face looks white / As witch-down on a witches' night; / Now through the dark old haunted mill, / So eerily, so eerily, / He flits; and with a whippoorwill / Mouth calls, and seems to syllable, / "Come follow me! come follow me!"