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THE REDBREAST AND THE BUTTERFLY.
ART thou the Bird whom Man loves best,
The pious Bird with the scarlet breast,
The Bird that comes about our doors
And Russia far inland?
The Bird, whom by some name or other
If the Butterfly knew but his friend,
* See Paradise Lost, Book XI., where Adam points out to Eve the ominous sign of the Eagle chasing "two Birds of gayest plume," and the gentle Hart and Hind pursued by their enemy.
And find his way to me
Under the branches of the tree:
In and out, he darts about;
Can this be the Bird, to man so good,
That, after their bewildering,
Did cover with leaves the little children,
What ailed thee, Robin, that thou could'st pursue A beautiful Creature,
That is gentle by nature?
Beneath the summer sky
From flower to flower let him fly;
'Tis all that he wishes to do.
The Cheerer Thou of our in-door sadness,
And fly about in the air together!
TO THE DAISY.
WITH little here to do or see
Thou unassuming Common-place
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
Loose types of Things through all degrees,
And many a fond and idle name
I give to thee, for praise or blame,
As is the humour of the game,
While I am gazing.
· A Nun demure, of lowly port;
Or sprightly Maiden, of Love's Court,
A Queen in crown of rubies drest;
A Starveling in a scanty vest;
A little Cyclops, with one eye
That thought comes next-and instantly
The shape will vanish, and behold;
I see thee glittering from afar;-
In heaven above thee!
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest; May peace come never to his nest, Who shall reprove thee!
Sweet Flower! for by that name at last,
That breath'st with me in sun and air,