And a watcher, sad and wan,
Bends above him till the dawn.
“Up and on! The tangled brake
Hides the deadly water-snake;
And the tiger, from his lair
Half up-springing, snuffs the air,
Doubtful gazing where they pass,
Trailing through the long wet grass.
“Day has faded—rosy dawn
Blushed again o’er wood and lawn;