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Poetry Friday: To a Butterfly by Williams Wordsworth

March 10th, 2017 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Woman (Oh Mama) by Joy Williams

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 wings 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.

- To a Butterfly by William Wordsworth

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Posted by: Michelle@Today'sLittleDitty (mdhbarnes)
Posted at: March 10th, 2017 10:22 pm (UTC)

Love this one! Thanks for sharing today.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: March 10th, 2017 10:28 pm (UTC)

A lovely day for it!

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