I've watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
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
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
from 'To a Butterfly' by William Wordsworth
From the archives: Exploding with creative energy - *First posted April 2005* The Deputy Headmistress at The Common Room has been troubled by something on another blog that wonders how those who support cons...