And Here are Butterflies Poor Things
by William H. Davies
And here are butterflies: poor things
Amazed with new-created wings;
They in the air-waves roll distressed
Like ships at sea; and when they rest
They cannot help but open and close
Their wings, like babies with their toes.
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