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A Bird came down the Walk,He did not know I saw.(…) He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all abroad,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.