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328 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 abroa— 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.
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