Wordsworth On Wednesday - To A Butterfly

Modern Miss Mason

Sign up for The Modern Miss Mason Conference, 1st July: https://www.leahboden.com/conference To a butterfly - William Wordsworth Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere. I'VE watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!--not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again! This plot of orchard-ground is ours; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers; Here rest your wings when they are weary; Here lodge as in a sanctuary! Come often to us, fear no wrong; Sit near us on the bough! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.