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Like a green spear for sudden fling 

 Thou seemest ; but 7 is easy seen, 



Thy color is the only thing 

 About thee which is green. 



For thou art cunning as a fiend : 

 Thou lovst to lie in places dark, 



By tangled roots of lilies screened — 

 Then flash out like a spark. 



All feebler creatures wandering nigh 

 Find thee in manners ruthless — rude , 



Under the watery canopy 

 All life to thee means food. 



When from thy shrewdly chosen nook 

 Thou launches t forward at a prey, 



Like spear or arrow, thou dost look — 

 A Weapon made to slay I 



Like to a wolf s thy teeth are sharp 

 And very like a shares thy ways ; 



So ne'er hath poet strung his harp 

 To crown thy deeds with praise. 



