Coven to Mono Lake

The yearly pilgrimage begins.

And all who heard should see them there,
And all 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.

Coleridge, of course. 

Picture from the website of MAREK SZYMANSKI