— Upon the veined flower,I find my life portrayed in bief–My life from hour to hour.A frail leaf fit to die;The faithful air of heaven by,While no wind roughly blew.All day for my delight,From dark to dark my own;One butterfly delaying flight,That left me not alone.A humming-bird to floatUpon a breath; a beeTo blow a long complaining note,Invited were of me.- Charles Warren Stoddard
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“UPON the woven leaf,” — Upon the veined flower,I find my life portrayed in bief–My life from hour to hour.A frail leaf fit to die;The faithful air of heaven by,While no wind roughly blew.All day for my delight,From dark to dark my own;One butterfly delaying flight,That left me not alone.A humming-bird to floatUpon a breath; a beeTo blow a long complaining note,Invited were of me.– Charles Warren Stoddard