vii. The Fingers Of The Light
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The
Fingers of the Light
Tapped soft upon the Town
With I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in.
Youre soon, the Town replied,
My Faces are asleep
But swear, and I will let you by
You will not wake them up.
The
easy Guest complied
But once within the Town
The transport of His Countenance
Awakened Maid and Man
The
Neighbor in the Pool
Upon His Hip elate
Made loud obeisance and the Gnat
Held up His Cup for Light.
viii. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass
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A
narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides
You may have met Him did you not
His notice sudden 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 too cool for Corn
Yet 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 Natures 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.
ix. The Robin Is The Gabriel
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The
Robin is a Gabriel
In humble circumstances
His Dress denotes him socially,
Of Transports Working Classes
He has the punctuality
Of the New England Farmer
The same oblique integrity,
A Vista vastly warmer
A
small but sturdy Residence,
A self denying Household,
The Guests of Perspicacity
Are all that cross his Threshold
As covert as a Fugitive,
Cajoling Consternation
By Dittles to the Enemy
And Sylvan Punctuation.