A narrow Fellow in the Grass

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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A narrow Fellow in the Grass