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To A Butterfly (2)
(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

To A Butterfly (2)

Poem By William Wordsworth

I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!---not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again !

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

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Comments (3)

wow this is pretty okay
He makes you want to dip into his ocean everytime he writes. What an exuberant sensation
...........very beautiful...a nice write ★