The Butterly 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;                        10
          My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
          Here rest your wings 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.
Hi, Tony, saw you visited my weblog today! Hope all is wonderful with you, I wanted to send you a photo or lines of poetry - so had to choose one - don't know how to put a phot in the guest book although have seen folks do it. Enjoy your day. I enjoy the poems you have chosen.

Kind regards

Donnamarie

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Hello creative spirit! Excellent photos. Kind Regards, Donnamarie