but oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted down the green hill
a thwart a cedarn cover!
a savage place! as holy and enchanted as e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted by woman wailing for her demon lover!
and all who heard should cry, beware! beware!
his flashing eyes , his floating hair!
weave a circle round him thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread,
for he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise.
Princess_Nocturnal Community Member 
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