(A Song) <br /> <br />When I lay down <br />In a clover place, <br />With eyelids closed, <br />In a clover place, <br />A little wind came to my face. <br /> <br /> <br />One gentle wind <br />Blew on my mouth, <br />And I said, 'It will quiver by. <br />What little wind now can it be?' <br />And I lay still <br />Where the clovers were. <br /> <br /> <br />But when I raised my lids to see, <br />Then it was a butterfly.<br /><br />Elizabeth Madox Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-wind/
