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A Bird Came Down
Emily
Dickinson
- A bird came down the walk:
- He did not know I saw;
- He bit an angle-worm in
halves
- And ate the fellow, raw.
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- And then he drank a dew
- From a convenient grass,
- And then hopped sidewise to
the wall
- To let a beetle pass.
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- He glanced with rapid eyes
- That hurried all abroad,--
- They looked like frightened
beads, I thought;
- He stirred his velvet head
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- Like one in danger; cautious,
- I offered him a crumb,
- And he unrolled his feathers
- And rowed him softer home
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- Than oars divide the ocean,
- Too silver for a seam,
- Or butterflies, off banks of
noon,
- Leap, splashless, as they
swim.
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