Whither art thou wandering, pray ?
Flying thus so gaily by,
On this sunny summer's day ;
Stopping here a flower to sip,
There upon a feathery spray,
In a foxglove now to dip ;
Truly thine's a pleasant way.
Roaming on from flower to flower,
Winging o'er the meadows green,
Peeping into fairy bower,
Hidden from the sunlight's sheen
Drinking deep, from cups of gold,
Wine distilled from morning dew
Idling where the buds unfold
All their varied charms to view.
Hovering about the pool
Where the waterlilies grow,
Where, upon the surface cool,
Float their blossoms white as snow,
Resting on the broad green leaves
Wafted slowly to and fro,
As the water gently heaves
When the zephyrs softly blow.
Thou art happy, butterfly,
Ever roaming fancy-free
Through the woods where shadows lie.
Would that I might follow thee !
For I love the grassy plain,
Love the woods and flowers wild,
And could chase thee yet again,
As I did---a sportive child.
Written by
Joseph Dixon
Joseph Dixon was born in 1836. He had a love for singing and poetry. This work was one of a number of his beautiful poems that were published in 1920.
Hovering about the pool
Where the waterlilies grow,
Where, upon the surface cool,
Float their blossoms white as snow,
Resting on the broad green leaves
Wafted slowly to and fro,
As the water gently heaves
When the zephyrs softly blow.
Thou art happy, butterfly,
Ever roaming fancy-free
Through the woods where shadows lie.
Would that I might follow thee !
For I love the grassy plain,
Love the woods and flowers wild,
And could chase thee yet again,
As I did---a sportive child.
Written by
Joseph Dixon
Joseph Dixon was born in 1836. He had a love for singing and poetry. This work was one of a number of his beautiful poems that were published in 1920.
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