Emily Dickinson - The Grass divides as with a Comb

The Grass divides as with a Comb,
A spotted Shaft is seen –
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on –

But the narrow Fellow in the Grass
Is all the Truth upon –
He likes a Whip of Downland –
But now his lesson fades,

You may not be too sure who came –
Or if He came at all –
The narrow Fellow in the Grass
Is all the Truth upon –

“The Grass divides as with a Comb”