Poem by William Wordsworth

To a Butterfly (Stay near me - do not take thy flight!)

Stay near me - do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet .depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:-with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.

1. To a Highland Girl
2. The River Duddon (FROM this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play)
3. Yarrow Revisited
4. The River Eden, Cumberland
5. To ——, on Her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn

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