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 abroad — 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.