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[Haply, reader, waxing cold]

Haply, reader, waxing cold,
Thou an idle thing dost hold
All that Fancy whilom told?
Nathless, reader, is it best,
Or in earnest, or in jest,
Vagrant fancies to arrest.
Yea, in wordy net would I
Snare each thought that hasteth by,
As a boy a butterfly.

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Poor butterfly! Poor painted thing!
Borne hither upon aëry wing:—
So ends thine idle wandering?
Poor child of Fancy! Thou wert fair
Erst when upon the vernal air
Thou cam'st to apprehension near.
But lo! the careful net is thrown;
Now, soft! What treasure may we own?
Haply, reader—it is flown!