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To the Butterfly by Wm. 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!