Methunk a Snake Did I But See

Methunk a snake did I but see most near,

And presently ’twas I ’twas not but scared,

And nimbly quick did I then leap and turn,

That fuel of flaming blood for which to burn

As run, and run, and run, and run fly I;

Most fluid dovelike movement to the sky,

And squeek and squawk like bird with feathers bristling

And making mighty squallored fevered whistling.

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