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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
To a Butterfly
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
 
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        5
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;        10
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers:
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!        15
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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