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 Then Hopped Sidewise 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 Rowed Him Softer Home Than Oars Divide The Ocean, Too Silver For A Seam, Or Butterflies, Off Banks Of Noon, Leap, Plashless, As They Swim.