A stag keeps walking in my dreams br He is not what he seems br br He carries his great antlers like a tree br That sprouts from his nobility br br Far from the shout of field and farm br He knows no harm br br He sees me just before I wake br And suddenly a snake br br Creeps from the earth beneath his feet br Bearing an ear of wheat br br I ask myself what emblem this can be br Of triumph or calamity.