A Child's VisionUnder the sweet-peas I stoodAnd drew deep breaths, they smelt so good.
Then, with strange enchanted eyes,
I saw them change to butterflies.
Higher than the skylark singsI saw their fluttering crimson wings
Leave their garden-trellis bare
And fly into the upper air.
Standing in an elfin tranceThrough the clouds I saw them glance….
Then I stretched my hands up high
And touched them in the distant sky.

At once the coloured wing came back
From wandering in the zodiac.
Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths. They smelt so good.Alfred Noyes

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