TO THE BUTTERFLY.
Oh! why does my approach alarm thee,
Thou pretty, fluttering, fragile thing?
I do not bear the heart to harm thee,
Then fearless rest thy speckl'd wing:
Thou pretty, fluttering, fragile thing?
I do not bear the heart to harm thee,
Then fearless rest thy speckl'd wing:
How often when oppress'd with sorrow,
Pensive I've mark'd thy gay career,
And long'd that buoyant wing to borrow,
Like thee my careless course to steer!
Pensive I've mark'd thy gay career,
And long'd that buoyant wing to borrow,
Like thee my careless course to steer!
And when with thee in fancy soaring
Light sails the visionary mind,
Light sails the visionary mind,
