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Nature XXIV. a narrow fellow in the grass

Part Two: Nature

 
                    XXIV
 
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.
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