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Butterfly words from the sun in my brain, / Flitting and darting and flitting again, / Gleaming of golden and violet and rose, / What is the rainbow you spring from, and where? / Butterflies daintily poise and disclose, / Whence is this secret of color you bear?
Sun that is ruddy and fragrant with flowers, / Garnered and hid from these desolate hours, / Misty with beauty, the silver of spring -- / Ah, for the ways that are lost to my feet! / Only the dip of the butterfly wing, / Poised for a moment, revives me the sweet.