Miss Muffet, updated

With eyelids half-closed over sparkling half-eyes
I ‘magine me sweet butterflies
That inward veer and out, far, near,
A-play with hands of catching tries,
And laughing lips and leaping feet,
Till off behind a bush they go.
I sit beside her on the seat
And sing my net all soft and low.
Eyes closed, she’s caught by lyric speech
And I am gladder than you know!

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