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/ I. When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams, / And slow the hues of sunset die; / When firefly and moth go by, / And in still streams the new moon seems / Another moon and sky: / Then from the hills there comes a cry, / The owlet's cry: / A shivering voice that sobs and screams, / With terror screams: --
/ "Who is it, who is it, who-o-o? / Who rides through the dusk and dew, / With a pair of horns, / As thin as thorns, / And face a bubble-blue? -- / Who, who, who! / Who is it, who is it, who-o-o?"