Here the green serpent gathers up his train,
In orbs immense; then darting out anew,
Progressive, rattles thro' the wither'd brake;
And, rolling frightful, guards the scanty fount,
If fount there be: or of diminsh'd size,
But mighty mischief, on th' unguarded swain
Steals, full of rancour. Here the savage race
Roam, licens'd by the shading hour of blood.
And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut
His sacred eye. The rabid tyger then,
The fiery panther, and the whisker'd pard,
(Bespeckled fair, the beauty of the waste)
In dire divan, surround their
Majestic, stalking o'er the burning sand,
With planted step; while an obsequious croud
Of grinning forms at humble distance wait.
These all together join'd from darksome caves,
Where o'er gnaw'd bones they slumber'd out the day,
By supreme hunger smit, and thirst intense,
At once their mingling voices raise to ;
And with imperious and repeated roars,
Demanding food, the wilderness resounds,
From  eastward to the frighted