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Article TO AN INTRUSIVE BUTTERFLY. ← Page 2 of 2
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To An Intrusive Butterfly.
Across the room in loops of flight I watch you wayward go ; Dance down a shaft of glancing light , Review my books a-row ;
Before the bust you flaunt and flit Of "blind MsBonides "Ah , trifler , on his lips there lit Not butterflies , but bees !
You pause , you poise , you circle up Among my old Japan ; You find a comrade on a cup , A friend upon a fan ;
You wind anon , a breathing while , Around Amanda ' s brow , — Dost dream her then , 0 Volatile ! E ' en such an one as thou ?
Away ! Her thoughts are not as thine , A sterner pttrpose fills Her steadfast soul with deep design Of baby bows and frills ; What care hath she for worlds without , —
What heed for yellow sun , Whose endless hopes revolve about A planet , cetat One !
Away ! Tempt not the best of wives ! Let not thy garish wing Come flattering our Autumn lives With truant dreams of spring ! Away ! Reseek thy " Flowery Land " ;
Be Buddha ' s law obeyed ; Lest Betty ' s undiscerning hand Should slay—a future Praed ! Austin Dobson , in " The Century "
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Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
To An Intrusive Butterfly.
Across the room in loops of flight I watch you wayward go ; Dance down a shaft of glancing light , Review my books a-row ;
Before the bust you flaunt and flit Of "blind MsBonides "Ah , trifler , on his lips there lit Not butterflies , but bees !
You pause , you poise , you circle up Among my old Japan ; You find a comrade on a cup , A friend upon a fan ;
You wind anon , a breathing while , Around Amanda ' s brow , — Dost dream her then , 0 Volatile ! E ' en such an one as thou ?
Away ! Her thoughts are not as thine , A sterner pttrpose fills Her steadfast soul with deep design Of baby bows and frills ; What care hath she for worlds without , —
What heed for yellow sun , Whose endless hopes revolve about A planet , cetat One !
Away ! Tempt not the best of wives ! Let not thy garish wing Come flattering our Autumn lives With truant dreams of spring ! Away ! Reseek thy " Flowery Land " ;
Be Buddha ' s law obeyed ; Lest Betty ' s undiscerning hand Should slay—a future Praed ! Austin Dobson , in " The Century "
u > — —•!•*_ - > ¦ —• ••A ^ m "