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The Chase
by Keith Holyoak

As my love gave chase to a butterfly
     In a meadow of mountain flowers,
I lay under a tree and smiled to see
     Her play through the summer hours.

As she waited in ambush the butterfly teased
     Her and fluttered away when she leapt,
As if trying to say, “Though you hunt me all day
     I will never be caught or be kept.”

As my love gave chase to a butterfly
     So did I give chase to love—
Now here where she laughed when it slipped her grasp
     I cry to the clouds above.

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