THE BUTTERFLY
When I am with Millie beneath the trees, Holding my book upon my knees. And Millie lies dreaming close beside, I watch the place where the fairies hide (Though Millie thinks I am reading my book). They live on the bank beside the brook, Wifcli cobwebs for curtains over tho door. And moss for a carpet upon the floor. I know, for once when they thought I slept. Out from their hiding a small one crept And danced to the tune of a blue harebell. While over her wings the sunlight fell. L kept very still while she went by— Millie called her a butterfly.
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Evening Star, Issue 24079, 27 December 1941, Page 2
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107THE BUTTERFLY Evening Star, Issue 24079, 27 December 1941, Page 2
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