NET WINGS. 57 



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TRIBES OF THE NET WINGS. 



Hasten to the evening bay field, 

 Whence the sound of merry voices, 

 Shouts of laughter as of children. 

 Some half smothering the others, 

 Seem to float with such distinctness 

 In the atmosphere above us. 

 Mixed with fragrance as delightful 

 As the sounds of fun and frolic. 

 StiU the happy field is distant. 

 As we thread the lanes together, 

 1 will teU thee of the Net Wings, 

 Some of which have wings not nethke ; 

 Such are Ticklers, or Thripsina, 

 Insignificantly little, 

 Nesthng close in every flower. 

 Larva, pupa and imago. 

 Gnawing round the purple petals 

 Of the Fuchsia new opening, 

 Making these and other flowers 

 That attract their greedy notice 



