A narrow Fellow in the Grass
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Emily Dickinson
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 Noon
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 they 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 —
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Written c. 1865. Published 1866.
