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To A Butterfly

STAY near me–do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring’st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father’s family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:–with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.

- William Wordsworth

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2 Responses to “To A Butterfly”

  1. Anara Says:
    November 4th, 2008 at 11:57 am

    I liked it. When I was small I like to remember poem like this. Let, try to present it to children.
    Any thoughts?

  2. Carro Says:
    November 14th, 2008 at 5:10 am

    Yeah, it took me back through the years too. To the children it shall be presented