"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it."
"Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour."
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Source: Amy Lowell (2009). “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass”, p.19, ReadHowYouWant.com
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