Friday, July 16, 2010

A little Wordsworth

To A Butterfly
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.


  1. the poem has beautiful words in relation to the photo. The colors in the photo make me think of warm summer days watching the butterfly go back and forth for nourishment. A good Friday pic.

  2. Thanks, Rose. It was an amazing "catch", this photo. Blessings!


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