William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

To A Butterfly (2) - Poem by William Wordsworth

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 wing 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.


Comments about To A Butterfly (2) by William Wordsworth

  • Lesiba Mphahlele (10/30/2016 3:07:00 PM)

    I just love William Wordsworth
    He makes you want to dip into his ocean everytime he writes. What an exuberant sensation (Report) Reply

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  • (7/28/2015 12:39:00 AM)


    ...........very beautiful...a nice write ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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