By -Ways and Butterflies 



clover presently lost all its brilliancy, 

 and soon turned golden brown. But- 

 terflies of course had then no further 

 interest in it. It requires no particular 

 flight of the imagination, after once 

 ascribing universality to all created 

 life, to find in this very common in- 

 cident a real romance. 



A Romance of the Fields 



Through a meadow that waved in the summer 



sun, 



Where the crimson clovers bloomed. 

 A butterfly pink and gold and gay 

 Came airily winging her care-free way 

 In a journey just begun. 



And she kissed first this 



And she then kissed that, 



As she paused in her happy flight, 



And each bloom was thrilled 



And with joy was filled 



At the light caress and the fairy touch 



Of a butterfly fair and bright. 



And one she found in her wayward path 

 That proved so surpassing sweet, 



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