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Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste
To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast;
The trumpeter Gad-fly has summon'd the crew,
And the revels are now only waiting for you
On the smooth-shaven grass by the side of the wood,
Beneath a broad oak that for ages has stood,
See the children of earth, and tenants of air,
For evening's amusement together repair
And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,
Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back;
And there came the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly too,
And all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
And there came the Moth with her plumage of down,
And the Hornet with jacket of yellow and brown
Who with the Wasp, his companion, did bring,
They promised that evening to lay by their sting.
Then the sly little Dormouse peep'd out of his hold,
And led to the feast his blind cousin the Mole;
And the Snail, with his horns peeping out of his shell,
Came fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.
A mushroom the table, and on it were spread
A Water-dock-leaf, which their table-cloth made;
The viands were various, to each of their taste,
And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast
With steps more majestic the Snail did advance,
And he promised the gazers a minute to dance;
But they all laughed so loudly he pulled in his head,
And went in his own little chamber to bed.
Then, as the evening gave way to the shadows of night,
Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his light:
So home let us hasten, while yet we can see,
For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.
-William Roscoe (1753-1831)
this work of art made me think of this poem and, due to early morning madness, i decided to dig up the book and share it with you all! i know its super long but it is really beautiful. William Roscoe wrote it.