As I came through the fields today,
The grasshoppers broke forth like spray;
All around me, far and near,
The bees, like disembodied spirits,
Droned in monotonous flights;
And the dainty-stepping deer
Wide-eyed and innocent of ill,
Poised to run, but statue-still,
Shook suddenly their sheathes of air
And were no longer there.
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