I dare not! Look! the road is very dark;
The trees stir softly and the bushes shake,
The long grass , and the darkness moves
Here—there—beyond!
There’s something crept across the road just now!
And you would have me go?
Go there, through that live darkness,
With stir of forms that wait to kill?
Ah, look! See there! and there! and there again!
Great yellow glassy eyes, close to the ground!
Look! Now the clouds are I can see
The long slow of the tails,
And the set quiver of strong that............