The gold-barr’d butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander’d and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.
The gold-barr’d butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander’d and
The gold-barr’d butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander’d and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.
