A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid
That hurried all abroad,—
They looked like frightened beads,
I thought;
He stirred his velvet
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his
And rowed him softer
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.
