A Little Wind Poem by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

A Little Wind



(A Song)

When I lay down
In a clover place,
With eyelids closed,
In a clover place,
A little wind came to my face.


One gentle wind
Blew on my mouth,
And I said, 'It will quiver by.
What little wind now can it be?'
And I lay still
Where the clovers were.


But when I raised my lids to see,
Then it was a butterfly.

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