That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

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!

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.