I've watched you now a full half-hour, <br />Self-poised upon that yellow flower; <br />And, little Butterfly! indeed <br />I know not if you sleep or feed. <br />How motionless!---not frozen seas <br />More motionless! and then <br />What joy awaits you, when the breeze <br />Hath found you out among the trees, <br />And calls you forth again ! <br /> <br />This plot of orchard-ground is ours; <br />My trees they are, my Sister's flowers; <br />Here rest your wing when they are weary; <br />Here lodge as in a sanctuary! <br />Come often to us, fear no wrong; <br />Sit near us on the bough! <br />We'll talk of sunshine and of song, <br />And summer days, when we were young; <br />Sweet childish days, that were as long <br />As twenty days are now.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-butterfly-second-poem/
