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[The sluggish snake now basks his uncoiled length]
The sluggish snake now basks his uncoiled lengthBeside the windings of the water-course;
With torpid beady eyes he lies and dreams
Where warm the sunlight sleeps. Near by him claws
Of some strange beast have marked the furrowed sand
As with deep talonings of mighty rage
Here on the wild road where it fords the stream.
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