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 the hopped sideways 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 rolled him softer home Then oars divide the ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, plashless, as they swim.