To The Butterfly. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Lovely insect haste awayA
Greet once more the sunny dayA
Leave O leave the murky barnB
Ere trapping spiders thee discernC
Soon as seen they will besetD
Thy golden wings with filmy netD
Then all in vain to set thee freeE
Hopes all lost for libertyE
Never think that I belieF
Never fear a winter skyF
Budding oaks may now be seenG
Starry daisies deck the greenG
Primrose groups the woods adornH
Cloudless skies and blossom'd thornH
These all prove that spring is hereI
Haste away then never fearJ
Skim o'er hill and valley freeE
Perch upon the blossom'd treeE
Though my garden would be bestK
Couldst thou but contended restK
There the school boy has no powerL
Thee to chase from flower to flowerL
Harbour none for cruel sportM
Far away thy foes resortM
Nought is there but libertyE
Pleasant place for thee and meE
Then hither bend thy roving flightN
In my garden take delightN
Though the dew bent level daleO
Rears the lily of the valeO
Though the thicket's bushy dellP
Tempts thee to the foxglove's bellP
Come but once within my boundsQ
View my garden's airy roundsQ
Soon thou'lt find the scene completeR
And every flowret twice as sweetR
Then lovely insect come awayA
Greet once more the sunny dayA
Oft I've seen when warm and dryF
'Mong the bean fields bosom highF
How thy starry gems and goldS
To admiration would unfoldS
Lo the arching heavenly bowT
Doth all his dyes on thee bestowU
Crimson blue and watery greenG
Mix'd with azure shade betweenG
These are thine thou first in placeV
Queen of all the insect raceV
And I've often thought aloneW
This to thee was not unknownW
For amid the sunny hourL
When I've found thee on a flowerL
Searching with minutest glegF
Oft I've seen thy little legF
Soft as glass o'er velvet glidesX
Smoothen down thy silken sidesX
Then thy wings would ope and shutY
Then thou seemingly wouldst strutY
Was it nature was it prideZ
Let the learned world decideZ
Enough for me though some may deemA2
This a trifling silly themeA2
Would'st thou in my garden comeB2
To join the bee's delightful humB2
These silly themes then day and nightN
Should be thy trifler's whole delightN
Then lovely insect haste awayA
Greet once more the sunny dayA

John Clare


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