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V.—A Squirrel.

Where yonder stately chestnuts, blent in one,
Hide cool aerial archways from the sun,
You roam on agile feet, in furry guise,
With bounteous wisp of tail, black beads of eyes.
Though colored like the inert brown branches' hue,
The spirit of their light leafage lives in you!
And while you gambol amid their breezy dark,
Fantastic reveller, with delight I mark
The alert shy head, the nimble leap and pause,
The chattering voice, the restive click of claws,
The idyllic ecstasy, the buoyant power,
The elusive grace, until you seem, this hour,
Like some strange wingless bird, whom Heaven has lent
A shadowy forest for its firmament!