As I was walking, <br />Thyme sweet to my nose, <br />Green grasshoppers talking, <br />Rose rivalling rose: <br />And wing, like amber, <br />Dispread in light, <br />As from bush to bush <br />Linnet took flight: <br />Master Rabbit I saw <br />In the shadow-rimmed mouth <br />Of his sandy cavern, <br />Looking out to the South. <br />'Twas dew-tide coming; <br />The turf was sweet <br />To nostril, curved tooth, <br />And wool-soft feet. <br />Sun was in West; <br />Crystal in beam <br />Of its golden shower <br />Did his round eye gleam. <br />Lank human was I, <br />And a foe, poor soul— <br />Snowy flit of a scut, <br />He was into his hole, <br />And—stamp, stamp, stamp! <br />Through dim labyrinths clear, <br />The whole world darkened, <br />A murderer near.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-was-walking-2/
