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FLOWER FANCIES
To the wall of the old green garden / A butterfly quivering came; / His wings on the sombre lichens / Played like a yellow flame.
He looked at the gray geraniums, / And the sleepy four-o'-clocks; / He looked at the low lanes bordered / With the glossy-growing box.
He longed for the peace and the silence, / And the shadows that lengthened there, / And his wee wild heart was weary / Of skimming the endless air.
And now in the old green garden, -- / I know not how it came, -- / A single pansy is blooming, / Bright as a yellow flame.
And whenever a gay gust passes, / It quivers as if with pain, / For the butterfly-soul that is in it / Longs for the winds again!