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'T is vegetation's juggler, The germ of alibi; Doth like a bubble antedate, And like a bubble hie. TIS VEGETATION'S JUGGLER THE GERM OF ALIBI DOTH LIKE A BUBBLE ANTEDATE AND LIKE A BUBBLE HIG
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. 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. XXV. THE MUSHROOM. The mushroom is the elf of plants, At evening it is not; At morning in a truffled hut It stops upon a spot As if it tarried always; And yet its whole career Is shorter than a snake's delay, And fleeter than a tare. 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 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 TWENTY FIVE THE MUSHROOM THE MUSHROOM IS THE ELF OF PLANTS AT EVENING IT IS NOT AT MORNING IN A TRUFFLED HUT IT STOPS UPON A SPOT AS IF IT TARRIED ALWAYS AND YET ITS WHOLE CAREER IS SHORTER THAN A SNAKE'S DELAY AND FLEETER THAN A TEAR
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