Horrible Death

XVIII. God Permits Industrious Basilisks

XVIII.

God permits industrious basilisks
Afternoons to play.
I met one,—forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.

God calls home the basilisks promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing dead for fun!

 

Her final draft, with interpretation. Image credit: Wenceslaus Hollar.

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