Low Height

Soft wings wide,
The butterfly high
Goes soaring, free
And light and quiet.

Small wings sweet
Now rapidly
Descend them low,
No one knows why.

Gone from sight
Of rapturous eye,
Fair, off to be
Low height of quiet.

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