O, stand not eager with your filthy lime
or your wing-bruising net though you
have now caught a glimpse
of the glory-seeking butterfly!
For he must be free to wander the airy vast.
And in his journeys
should he find a tree-lin'd garden
such as you tend,
or a lonely cave stuff'd with
more fruit than caves are wont
such as you own,
sleep peacefully, and dream the same
for there will he choose to
rest and feed for an eternity.
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