And where I now am standing too,
And she sees me all the while.
A little green snake curls thro' her hair—
The scent of the yew is strong and sweet—
Her eyes have drawn me to her feet,
And I lie along on the drenching ground
And worship—and watch the snake curl round,
His tongue shoots thro' the air.
Now—slowly she takes her eyes from me,
And I dream and wait,