The Butterfly Chase by Ellis Gray Insect poem

Dear little butterfly,
Lightly you flutter by,
On golden wing.
Drops of sweet honey sip,
Deep from the clover tip,
Then upward spring.

Over the meadow grass
Swift as a fairy pass,
Blithesome and gay;
Toy with the golden-rod,
Make the blue asters nod—
Off and away!

Butterfly's dozing now,
Golden wings closing now,—
Softly he swings.
Tiny hands fold him fast,
Gently unclose at last,—
Fly, golden wings!

Quick! for he's after you,
With joyous laughter new,—
Mischievous boy!
Swift you must flutter by;
He wants you, butterfly,
For a new toy!