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 MASTER RABBIT As I was walking,

Thyme sweet to my nose,

Green grasshoppers talking,

Rose rivalling rose:

And wing, like amber,

Dispread in light,

As from bush to bush

Linnet took flight:

Master Rabbit I saw

In the shadow-rimmed mouth

Of his sandy cavern

Looking out to the South.

’Twas dew-tide coming,

The turf was sweet

To nostril, curved tooth,

And wool-soft feet.

Sun was in West,

Crystal in beam

Of its golden shower

Did his round eye gleam.

Lank horror was I,

And a foe, poor soul—

Snowy flit of a scut,

He was into his hole:

And—stamp, stamp, stamp.

Through dim labyrinths clear—

The whole world darkened,

A Human near. 37