To a Butterfly
STAY _ near me , do not take the flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee!
Historian of my fancy.
Float near me, donor yet depart,
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!
Oh! Pleasent pleasent were the days!
In turn in our childish plays,
My sister and me together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush!
Upon the prey with leaps and springs,
I followed on from brake to bush,
But she, God love her, feared to brush,
The dust from off its wings!