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 140                   POEMS.

XXIII. IN THE GARDEN.

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