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A Narrow Fellow in the Grass


From Whatever says the Clock album

A Narrow Fellow in the Grass

Lyrics from Emily Dickinson
Music: THE RED
 
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 –
 
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides

 
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 –
 
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides

 
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 –
 
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally ride



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