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In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm Pink lank and warm But as he was a worm And worms presume Not quite with him at home Secured him a string To something neighboring And went along - --- A Trifle afterward A thing occurred I'd not believe it if I heard But state with creeping blood A snake with mottles rare Surveyed my chamber floor In feature as the worm before But ringed with power The very string with which I tied him - too When he was mean and new That string was there - |
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I shrank - "How fair you are"! Propitiations claw - "Afraid he hissed Of me"? "No Cordiality" - He fathomed me - Then to a Rhythm Slim Secreted in his Form As Patterns swim Projected him - --- That time I flew Both eyes his way Lest he pursue Nor even leased to run Till in a distant Town Towns on from mine I set me down This was a dream - E |
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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