The carpenter of birds; and in the path,
The deadly rattlesnake, with flattened head,
And tongue of crimson darting from his mouth,
Watches the idle bird that marks his form,
Till the charmed victim, with affrighted cries,
Drops on his fangs, the vile seducer’s prey.
The hunter takes his way amid the woods,
Or by the ocean side, when far away
The wave that roll’d upon the beach has gone,
To lave a thousand isles of beauty ere