THOU go'st! I murmur-- <br />Go! let me murmur. <br />Oh, worthy man, <br />Fly from this land! <br /> <br />Deadly marshes, <br />Steaming mists of October <br />Here interweave their currents, <br />Blending for ever. <br /> <br />Noisome insects <br />Here are engender'd; <br />Fatal darkness <br />Veils their malice. <br /> <br />The fiery-tongued serpent, <br />Hard by the sedgy bank, <br />Stretches his pamper'd body, <br />Caress'd by the sun's bright beams. <br /> <br />Tempt no gentle night-rambles <br />Under the moon's cold twilight! <br />Loathsome toads hold their meetings <br />Yonder at every crossway. <br /> <br />Injuring not, <br />Fear will they cause thee. <br />Oh, worthy man, <br />Fly from this land!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-friend-ode-ii/
