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A SUMMER THOUGHT.
How oft you see, in summer bright,Two butterflies, on wings of light,
So like, in colour, form and flight
That each seems either to the sight!—
With tremulous flutter, low or high,
Their flower-like forms together fly;
One impulse guides them both, as they
Together wing their zig-zag way;
Direct, aslant, above, below,
Still side by side they gaily go!—
Thus, one in each emotion, thrill,
My heart and thine accorded still;
And thus, alike in aim and hue,
Our thoughts and hopes together flew!
May, 1832.
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