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William Wordsworth - To A Butterfly
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STAY near me—-do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find I 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 spring
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
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