A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides - You may have met him? Did you not His notice instant 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 to Cool for corn, But 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 -Emily Dickinson
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant 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 to Cool for corn,
But 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
-Emily Dickinson