Author Thomas Hardy If on any warm day when you ramble around Among moss and dead leaves, you should happen to see A quick trembling thing dart and hide on the ground, And you search in the leaves, you would uncover me. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments