DAY-DREAMING.
HOW better am I
Than a butterfly?
Here, as the noiseless hours go by,
Hour by hour,
I cling to my fancy's half-blown flower;
Over its sweetness I brood and brood,
And scarcely stir though sounds intrude
That would trouble and fret another mood
Less divine
Than mine!
Than a butterfly?
Here, as the noiseless hours go by,
Hour by hour,
I cling to my fancy's half-blown flower;
Over its sweetness I brood and brood,
And scarcely stir though sounds intrude
That would trouble and fret another mood
Less divine
Than mine!
Who cares for the bees!
I will take my ease,
Dream and dream as long as I please;
Hour by hour
With love-wings fanning my sweet, sweet flower!
Gather your honey and hoard your gold
Through spring and summer, and hive through cold!
I will cling to my flower till it is mould,
Breathe one sigh
And die!
I will take my ease,
Dream and dream as long as I please;
Hour by hour
With love-wings fanning my sweet, sweet flower!
Gather your honey and hoard your gold
Through spring and summer, and hive through cold!
I will cling to my flower till it is mould,
Breathe one sigh
And die!
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