A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—