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She mutters and stoops by the lone bayou -- / The little green leaves are hushed on the trees -- / An owl in an oak cries "Who-oh-who," / And a fox barks back where the moon slants through / The moss that sways to a sudden breeze. / Or _That_ she sees. / Whose eyes are coals in the light o' the moon -- / "_Soon, oh, soon_," hear her croon, / "_Woe, oh, woe to the octoroon! _"
She mutters and kneels and her bosom is bare -- / The little green leaves are stirred on the trees -- / A black bat brushes her unkempt hair, / And the hiss of a snake glides 'round her there. / Or is it the voice of the ghostly breeze, / Or _That_ she sees, / Whose mouth is flame in the light o' the moon? -- / "_Soon, oh, soon_," hear her croon, / "_Woe, oh, woe to the octoroon! _"