I'VE watched you now a full half-hour, br Self-poised upon that yellow flower; br And, little Butterfly! indeed br I know not if you sleep or feed. br How motionless!---not frozen seas br More motionless! and then br What joy awaits you, when the breeze br Hath found you out among the trees, br And calls you forth again ! br br This plot of orchard-ground is ours; br My trees they are, my Sister's flowers; br Here rest your wing when they are weary; br Here lodge as in a sanctuary! br Come often to us, fear no wrong; br Sit near us on the bough! br We'll talk of sunshine and of song, br And summer days, when we were young; br Sweet childish days, that were as long br As twenty days are now.