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To a Butterfly 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... Poet: William Wordsworth	Ode to a Butterfly Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold, Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds, With Nature’s secrets in thy tints unrolled Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words, Yet dear to every child In glad pursuit beguiled, ... Poet: Thomas Wentworth Higginson	The Butterfly I Am not what I was yesterday, God knows my name. I am made in a smooth and beautiful way, And full of flame. The color of corn are my pretty wings, My flower is blue. I kiss its topmost pearl, it swings And I swing too.... Poet: Alice Archer (Sewall) James	The Butterfly (Sigourney) A BUTTERFLY bask'd on a baby's grave, Where a lily had chanced to grow: "Why art thou here, with thy gaudy die, When she of the blue and sparkling eye, Must sleep in the church-yard low?" Then it... Poet:
Defrauded I a Butterfly — Defrauded I a Butterfly — The lawful Heir — for Thee — Poet:	From Cocoon forth a Butterfly From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged — a Summer Afternoon — Repairing Everywhere — Without Design — that I could trace Except to stray abroad On Miscellaneous Enterprise ... Poet:	Some such Butterfly be seen Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas — Just at noon — no later — Sweet — Then — the License closes — Some such Spice — express and pass — Subject to Your Plucking — As the Stars — You knew... Poet:	The Butterfly in honored Dust The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly — Poet:
The butterfly obtains The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology — Because he travels freely And wears a proper coat The circumspect are certain That he is dissolute —... Poet:	The Butterfly upon the Sky, The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn't know its Name And hasn't any tax to pay And hasn't any Home Is just as high as you and I, And higher, I believe, So soar away and never sigh And that's... Poet: