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Several of nature's people I know, and they know me; I feel for them a transport Of cordiality; But never met this fellow, Attended or alone, Without a tighter breathing, And zero at the bone. SEVERAL OF NATURE'S PEOPLE I KNOW AND THEY KNOW ME I FEEL FOR THEM A TRANSPORT OF CORDIALITY BUT NEVER MET THIS FELLOW ATTENDED OR ALONE WITHOUT A TIGHTER BREATHING AND ZERO AT THE BONE
 not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad, -- They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home Than oars divide the ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, splashless, as they swim. XXIV. THE SNAKE. A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him, -- did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb, A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And opens further on. He likes a boggy acre, A floor too cool for corn. Yet when a child, and barefoot, I more than once, at morn, Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash Unbraiding in the sun, -- When, stooping to secure it, It wrinkled, and was gone. N THE GARDEN A BIRD CAME DOWN THE WALK HE DID NOT KNOW I SAW HE BIT AN ANGLEWORM IN HALVES AND ATE THE FELLOW RAW AND THEN HE DRANK A DEW FROM A CONVENIENT GRASS AND THEN HOPPED SIDEWAYS TO THE WALL TO LET A BEETLE PASS HE GLANCED WITH RAPID EYES THAT HURRIED ALL ABROAD THEY LOOKED LIKE FRIGHTENED WEEDS I THOUGHT HE STIRRED HIS VELVET HEAD LIKE ONE IN DANGER CAUTIOUS I OFFERED HIM A CRUMB AND HE UNROLLED HIS FEATHERS AND RODE HIM SOFTER HOME THAN OARS DIVIDE THE OCEAN TOO SILVER FOR A SEAM OR BUTTERFLIES OFF BANKS OF NOON LEAP PLASHLESS AS THEY SWIM TWENTY FOUR THE SNAKE A NARROW FELLOW IN THE GRASS OCCASIONALLY RIDES YOU MAY HAVE MET HIM DID YOU NOT HIS NOTICE SUDDEN IS THE GRASS DIVIDES AS WITH A COMB A SPOTTED SHAFT IS SEEN AND THEN IT CLOSES AT YOUR FEET AND OPENS FURTHER ON HE LIKES A BOGGY ACRE A FLOOR TOO COOL FOR CORN YET WHEN A CHILD AND BAREFOOT I MORE THAN ONCE AT MORN HAVE PASSED I THOUGHT A WHIP LASH UNBRAIDING IN THE SUN WHEN STOOPING TO SECURE IT IT WRINKLED AND WAS GONE
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