Flutter by, ButterflyI’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!–not frozen seasMore motionless! and thenWhat joy awaits you, when the breezeHath found you out among the trees,And calls you forth again!~William Wordsworth~ A butterfly hovers closelyAnd then quickly moves away,Swiftly going wheresoeverHer heart may freely sayHappiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond yourgrasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.~Nathaniel Hawthorne~
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