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 shookbit an Angle Worm
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 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.