Stay near me---do not take thy flight! <br />A little longer stay in sight! <br />Much converse do I find I thee, <br />Historian of my infancy ! <br />Float near me; do not yet depart! <br />Dead times revive in thee: <br />Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! <br />A solemn image to my heart, <br />My father's family! <br /> <br />Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, <br />The time, when, in our childish plays, <br />My sister Emmeline and I <br />Together chased the butterfly! <br />A very hunter did I rush <br />Upon the prey:---with leaps and spring <br />I followed on from brake to bush; <br />But she, God love her, feared to brush <br />The dust from off its wings.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-butterfly-first-poem/
