Fantastic vines
That swing like monstrous serpents in the sun.
There are living snakes in the swamp, yet more terrifying than the viny serpents that circle the cypresses, and
The steel-jaw'd cayman from his grassy slope
Slides silent to the slimy, green abode
Which is his province.
Now and then a bit of sunny, poetic life touches upon the gloomy place, for
See! a butterfly
That, travelling all the day, has counted climes
Only by flowers ...