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 Boy, 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 thy 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE HURRICANE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (5) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |