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TO A BUTTERFLY.
I
Born with the balmy breath of Spring,With fragrant roses dying,
With Zephyr's light and sportive wing
In playful motion vying.
II
Bright as the pure and cloudless blueOf heaven above, — or blossom
That opes its chalice, as to woo
Thy beauty to its bosom.
III
Intoxicated with perfume,With light and azure glowing;
From wings surcharg'd with youthful bloom
Thy feathery glory throwing.
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IV
Then borne away, like thought or breath,To viewless, endless distance,
How lovely in thy life and death
Appears thy brief existence!
V
A gentle wish, a soft desire,To fancy, it resembles,
Which, ardent, restless, would aspire
To bliss — at which it trembles: —
VI
But still, unsatisfied below,Just glances o'er each treasure,
Then soars whence brighter splendours flow,
To seek for purer pleasure.
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