...of a hallucination

Was it just something he imagined? He had already begun to doubt. But it made no difference - he was spellbound and it was not an evil spell. Then something began to vibrate. Soundlessly. But still, it was a vibrating and a ringing and a magic song. In his glade.

It became still stranger. He saw the angelica begin to whirl so that the screens of blossoms crackled - and he was immediately sure where the snake lay hidden. Up there! Right there! He could not take his eyes off the spot. A few tufts of grass. The snake was in there, and he had to go up there -

[Spring Night, Vesaas, T.]