The Jumping-Bean (A curious bean, with a small maggot in it, who comes to life and tumbles his dwelling at the stimulus of warmth)

Sun in a warm streak Striping the plush: Catch breath, hold finger tight: All delight hush. Dance, small grey thing Sleek in the warm sun: Roll around, to this, to that, —Rare wormy fun! Hot sun applauds thee: Warm fingers press To wake the small life within Thy rotund dress. Alack! Have years in cupboard, In chill and dark, Stifled thy discontent? Snufft thy spark? Liest thou stark, stiff, There in thy bed? Weep then a dirge for him: Poor Bean’s dead!