And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze This plot of orchard-ground is ours; Come often to us, fear no wrong; Sit near us on the bough! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young; As twenty days are now. Many of the flowers in the orchard at Dove Cottage were planted by Dorothy Wordsworth. The "summer days" of childhood are referred to in the previous poem To a Butterfly, written on the 14th of March 1802. See also note to previous poem, The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly (p. 264).-ED. [Also composed in the Orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.] THAT is work of waste and ruin-2 Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all I am older, Anne, than you. Pull the primrose, sister Anne! Pull as many as you can. -Here are daisies, take your fill; Pansies, and the cuckoo-flower: Make your bed, or make your bower; Primroses, the Spring may love them— Violets, a barren kind,2 Withered on the ground must lie; Daisies leave no fruit behind God has given a kindlier power and make 1807. 1807. 1807. Hither soon as spring is fled You and Charles and I will walk; 1 Then will hang on every stalk, Each within its leafy bower; And for that promise spare the flower!? "Wednesday, 28th April (1802).-Copied the Prioress's Tale. Wm. was in the orchard. He worked away at his poem, though he was ill, and tired. I happened to say that when I was a child I would not have pulled a strawberry blossom; I left him, and wrote out the Manciple's Tale. At dinner time he came in with the poem of 'Children gathering flowers,' but it was not quite finished, and it kept him long from his dinner. It is now done. He is working at the Tinker." (Dorothy Wordsworth's Diary). At an earlier date in the same year,-Jan. 31st, 1802,-the following occurs in the same Diary: "I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. The little slender flower had more courage than the green leaves, for they were but half expanded and half grown, but the blossoms was spread full out. I uprooted it rashly, and I felt as if I had been committing an outrage; so I planted it again. It will have but a stormy life of it, but let it live if it can."ED. [Written at Town-end, Grasmere. It is remarkable that this flower, coming out so early in the spring as it does, and so bright and beautiful, and in such profusion, should not have been noticed earlier in English What adds much to the interest that attends it is its habit of shutting itself up and opening out according to the degree of light and temperature of the air.] verse. |