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           thebranchesgroaned,theforestmoaned,

           andleaveswerelaiduponthemould.

           ThewindwentonfromWesttoEast;

           allmovementintheforestceased,

           butshrillandharshacrossthemarsh

           itswhistlingvoiceswerereleased.

           Thegrasseshissed,theirtasselsbent,

           thereedswererattling-onitwent

           o’ershakenpoolunderheavenscool

           whereracingcloudsweretornandrent.

           ItpassedthelonelyMountainbare

           andsweptabovethedragon’slair:

           thereblackanddarklaybouldersstark

           andflyingsmokewasintheair.

           Itlefttheworldandtookitsflight

           overthewideseasofthenight.

           Themoonsetsailuponthegale,

           andstarswerefannedtoleapinglight."