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/ Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, / Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, / Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh -- / He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!
/ Very softly down the glade runs a waiting, watching shade, / And the whisper spreads and widens far and near; / And the sweat is on thy brow, for he passes even now -- / He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!