To The Snake

Green Snake, when I hung you round my neckand stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glintingarrowy gold scales, and I felt
the weight of you on my shoulders,
and the whispering silver of your dryness
sounded close at my ears —Green Snake—I swore to my companions that certainly
you were harmless!  But trulyI had no certainty, and no hope, only desiring
to hold you, for that joy,
which lefta long wake of pleasure, as the leaves movedand you faded into the patternof grass and shadows, and I returnedsmiling and haunted, to a dark morning.