I saw a young snake glide Out of the mottled shade And hang, limp on a stone: A thin mouth, and a tongue Stayed, in the still air. It turned; it drew away; Its shadow bent in half; It quickened, and was gone. I felt my slow blood warm. I longed to be that thing, The pure, sensuous form. And I may be, some time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE LINES COMPOSED AT GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON ISN'T IT TRUE! by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |