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ists to have become transmuted into the love of sentient 

 life; and if Drosera and Dionsea_were furnished with 

 tongues, this might be their invocation : 



" Rest, silver butterflies, your quivering wings; 

 Alight, ye beetles, from your airy rings ; 

 Ye painted moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl ; 

 Bow your wide horns, your spiral trunks uncurl ; 

 Descend, ye spiders, on your lengthened threads; 

 Glisten, ye glowworms, on our clasping beds;" 



