My Sue,
Loo and Fanny will come tonight, but need that make a difference?
Space is as the Presence -
A narrow Fellow in the Gra**
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant is -
The Gra** divides as with a Comb -
A Spotted Shaft is seen,
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on -
He likes a Boggy Acre -
A Floor too cool for Corn -
But when a Boy and Barefoot
I more than once at Noon
Have pa**ed I thought a Whip Lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled and was gone -
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.
Emily -