The hummingbird

Within my Garden, rides a Bird

Opon a single Wheel --

Whose spokes a dizzy Music make

As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens --

Above the Ripest Rose -

Partakes without alighting --

And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted --

And then his Fairy Gig

Reels in remoter atmospheres --

And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us

If positive, 'twere we --

Or bore the Garden in the Brain

This Curiosity -

But He, the best Logician,

Refers my clumsy eye --

To just vibrating Blossoms!

An Exquisite Reply!