I love to hide me on a spot that lies
In solitudes where footsteps find no track
To make intrusions there to sympathize With nature often gazing on the rack That veils the blueness of the summer skies In rich varieties or oer the grass Behold the spangled crowds of butterflies Flutter from flower to flower & things that pass
To make intrusions there to sympathize With nature often gazing on the rack That veils the blueness of the summer skies In rich varieties or oer the grass Behold the spangled crowds of butterflies Flutter from flower to flower & things that pass
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