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TO JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER
Fly away, butterfly, back to Japan,Tempt not a pinch at the hand of a man,
And strive not to sting ere you die away.
So pert and so painted, so proud and so pretty,
To brush the bright down from your wings were a pity—
Fly away, butterfly, fly away!
1888.
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