The crackling twig

There came a satyr creeping through the wood,

His hair fell on his breast, his legs were slim:

His eyes were dancing wickedly, he stood,

He peeped about on every side of him.

He danced! He peeped! But, at a sound I made,

A crackling twig, he turned; and, suddenly,

In three great jumps, he bounded to the shade,

And disappeared among the greenery!