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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

In the Garden

 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
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
 He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, —
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
 Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
 Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.