To A Butterfly

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! And then 

What joy awaits you, when the breeze

Has found 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 to us often, 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.