A narrow fellow in the grass

A narrow fellow in the

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

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

Unbraiding in the sun,—When, stooping to secure it,

It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's peopleI know, and they know me;

I feel for them a

Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,

Attended or alone,

Without a tighter breathing,

And zero at the bone.