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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Wake the Serpent Not

Wake the serpent not’€”lest he
Should not know the way to go,—
Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping
Through the deep grass of the meadow!
Not a bee shall hear him creeping,
Not a may-fly shall awaken
From its cradling blue-bell shaken,
Not the starlight as he’€™s sliding
Through the grass with silent gliding.

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