- A narrow fellow in the grass
- Occasionally rides;
- You may have met him, -- did you not,
- His notice sudden is.
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- The grass divides as with a comb,
- A spotted shaft is seen;
- And then it closes at your feet
- And opens further on.
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- He likes a boggy acre,
- A floor too cool for corn.
- Yet when a child, and barefoot,
- I more than once, at morn,
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- 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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- Several of nature's people
- I know, and they know me;
- I feel for them a transport
- Of cordiality;
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- But never met this fellow,
- Attended or alone,
- Without a tighter breathing,
- And zero at the bone.