But lo, the borders of the wood!
She slid from out his arms and stayed;
Round a great oak her arms she laid.
"If e'er I saved thee, lovely tree,
From axe and saw, now succour me:
Look how the venom creeps anigh,
Help! lest thou see me writhe and die."
She crouched beside the upheaved root,
The bubbling venom touched her foot;
Then with a sucking gasping sound