Look! the road is very dark;
The trees stir softly and the bushes shake,
The long grass rustles, and the darkness moves
Here—there—beyond!
There’s something crept across the road just now!
And you would have me go?
Go there, through that live darkness, hideous
With stir of crouching forms that wait to kill?
Ah, look! See there! and there! and there again!
Great yellow glassy eyes, close to the ground!