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How THE Flowers 

 Woo THE Insects 



Gold-barred butterflies, 

 tt) and fro, 



And over the waterside 

 '■'^^ wandered and wove. 



As heedless and idle as 

 clouds that rove 



And drift by the peaks 

 of perpetual snow." 



Idle indeed ! Observe 



the insect more carefully, my 



poet ! We have cherished 



the thought of the '' idle but- 



tertly," the type of charming 



heedlessness, too long. He 



is no idler, but a hard worker 



I' ' u and an earnest student, who 



could tell the wisest of us, 



if he would speak, more true science than we have 



ever dreamed of. 



It was the constant presence of these "idlers" at 

 the blossoms' throats that led Surengel and Darwin 



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