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A snake came to my water trough	A
On a hot hot day and I in pyjamas for the heat	B
To drink there	C
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In the deep strange scented shade of the great dark carob tree	D
I came down the steps with my pitcher	E
And must wait must stand and wait for there he was at the trough before me	D
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He reached down from a fissure in the earth wall in the gloom	F
And trailed his yellow brown slackness soft bellied down over the edge of the stone trough	A
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom	G
And where the water had dripped from the tap in a small clearness	H
He sipped with his straight mouth	I
Softly drank through his straight gums into his slack long body	D
Silently	D
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Someone was before me at my water trough	A
And I like a second comer waiting	J
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He lifted his head from his drinking as cattle do	K
And looked at me vaguely as drinking cattle do	K
And flickered his two forked tongue from his lips and mused a moment	L
And stooped and drank a little more	M
Being earth brown earth golden from the burning bowels of the earth	N
On the day of Sicilian July with Etna smoking	J
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The voice of my education said to me	D
He must be killed	O
For in Sicily the black black snakes are innocent the gold are venomous	H
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And voices in me said If you were a man	P
You would take a stick and break him now and finish him off	A
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But must I confess how I liked him	Q
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet to drink at my water trough	A
And depart peaceful pacified and thankless	H
Into the burning bowels of this earth	N
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Was it cowardice that I dared not kill him	Q
Was it perversity that I longed to talk to him	Q
Was it humility to feel honoured	O
I felt so honoured	O
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And yet those voices	H
If you were not afraid you would kill him	Q
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And truly I was afraid I was most afraid	O
But even so honoured still more	M
That he should seek my hospitality	O
From out the dark door of the secret earth	N
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He drank enough	R
And lifted his head dreamily as one who has drunken	S
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air so black	T
Seeming to lick his lips	H
And looked around like a god unseeing into the air	C
And slowly turned his head	O
And slowly very slowly as if thrice adream	Q
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round	O
And climb again the broken bank of my wall face	H
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And as he put his head into that dreadful hole	U
And as he slowly drew up snake easing his shoulders and entered further	E
A sort of horror a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole	U
Deliberately going into the blackness and slowly drawing himself after	E
Overcame me now his back was turned	O
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I looked round I put down my pitcher	E
I picked up a clumsy log	V
And threw it at the water trough with a clatter	E
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I think it did not hit him	Q
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste	O
Writhed like lightning and was gone	W
Into the black hole the earth lipped fissure in the wall front	O
At which in the intense still noon I stared with fascination	S
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And immediately I regretted it	O
I thought how paltry how vulgar what a mean act	O
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education	S
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And I thought of the albatross	H
And I wished he would come back my snake	X
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For he seemed to me again like a king	J
Like a king in exile uncrowned in the underworld	O
Now due to be crowned again	Y
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And so I missed my chance with one of the lords	H
Of life	Z
And I have something to expiate	O
A pettiness	H

D. H. Lawrence (david Herbert Richards)

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