Wordsworth’s Words

Oh the beauty to see {while checking the mail!} if we slow down and look…

     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.

   -William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”


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