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Here's the Emily Dickinson poem:A Bird came down the Walk—He did not know I saw—He bit an Angleworm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw,And then he drank a DewFrom a convenient Grass—And then hopped sidewise to the WallTo let a Beetle pass—He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all around—They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—He stirred his Velvet HeadLike one in danger, Cautious,I offered him a CrumbAnd he unrolled his feathersAnd rowed him softer home—
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