The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
A Bird came down the Walk - He did not know I saw - He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a DewFrom a Convenient Grass - And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass -He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all around -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 feathersAnd 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.