A SNAKE - Sweet is the swamp with its secrets
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, / Until we meet a snake;
Could I but ride indefinite,
As doth the meadow-bee,
And visit only where I liked,
And no man visit me,
And flirt all day with buttercups,
And marry whom I may,
And dwell a little everywhere,
Or better, run away
With no police to follow,
Or chase me if I do,
Till I should jump peninsulas
To get away from you, --
I said, but just to be a bee
Upon a raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long,
And anchor off the bar,--
What liberty! So captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, / Until we meet a snake;
The moon was but a chin of gold / A night or two ago,
So proud she was to die / It made us all ashamed
If I should die, / And you should live,