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Poems Lyrical and Dramatic

By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas]
  

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TO A BUTTERFLY.

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Restless, pathless, hither, thither,
Taste of joy while yet you may:
Buds may bloom, and blooms may wither,
Thou art shorter-lived than they;
Kissing 'mong the purple heather,
In the pleasant summer weather,
Live and love while it is day.

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From the peaceful bent to borrow
Peace, thyself possessing none,
Finding beauty, leaving sorrow,
Seen when maiden morn is cheerful,

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Flitting on the cloudy morrow
From the blossoms bent and tearful,
Wildly wooed and scorned when won,
O'er new vales to seek new pleasure,
Teach the winds a mirthful measure,
Dancing till the day be done.

III.

Now I see thee lightly settle
On a bent Petunia petal,
Snatch from joy a moment's rest,
Part and leave the sprays a-tremble
Which thy fairy feet have pressed;
Upward, upward, mounting, soaring,
Creature of a day's adoring,
Fervent, fickle, faithless lover,
Still I watch thee pause and hover;
Loiter, hesitate, dissemble;
Stoop to lavish hid caresses
Through Laburnum's golden tresses;
Sip the lips of ruddy roses
Blushing 'neath the sun that blesses;
Taste the Lily's dainty whiteness,

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Where in snowy sleep she dozes
Heedless of approaching brightness;
Sink oppressed among the leaves,
Where the gentle violet weaves
Meek enchantments, fragrant spells,
Breathings with which beauty quells;
Court the hyacinth sedate;
Dip into the foxglove bells;
All thy thirst with beauty sate,
Then again to heaven dart,
Fluttering like a maiden's heart.

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What! away so soon? Thy splendour
Fades above me, bright pretender;
Where the lilac bloom is highest
Like a wingèd thought thou fliest,
Gathering from life's bitterness
All of sweet its charms possess.
Free from care thy spirit ranges
Through a life of little hours,
Brief and bright and full of changes.
Oh that such a fate were ours!

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Fancy sickens in her musing:
Longing love a slave would be:
Pleasures cloy in too long using:
I would learn to live like thee.