He could not get the words of Coleridge's poem Christabel out of his mind from his undergraduate days. But yet for her dear lady's sake I stooped, methought, the dove to take, When lo ! I saw a bright green snake Coiled around its wings and neck. He was now suffering the most severe misgivings, perhaps mankind was the dove. And Y'Skakir-R the snake. |
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