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To A Butterfly – Poem by William Wordsworth

Peacock Butterfly 1

To A Butterfly

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.

6 responses

  1. ❀ Whats not to like here? ❀

    July 19, 2016 at 2:41 pm

  2. Thank you Nigel for reminding me of this beatiful verse.

    July 19, 2016 at 3:38 pm

  3. Beautiful Nigel!

    July 20, 2016 at 6:03 pm

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