Chapter 211 THE SNAKE.

A narrow fellow in the grass

Occasionally rides;

You may have met him, - did you not,

His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,

A spotted shaft is seen;

And then it closes at your feet

And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,

A floor too cool for corn.

Yet when a child, and barefoot,

I more than on