My Sue -
	Loo and 
Fanny will come 
tonight, but need 
that make a 
difference?  
Space is as the 
Presence -

A narrow Fellow 
in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have 
met him? 
Did you not
His notice instant is -

The Grass divides 
as with a Comb -
A Spotted Shaft 
is seen,
And then it closes 
at your Feet
And opens 
farther on   

He likes a 
Boggy Acre   
A Floor too 
cool for Corn   
But 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 
Nature's 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.
	Emily.