..."The Butterflies' Dream," but I have preferred separating it into two parts and naming them as above. One sunny morn a Mr. Chuang Was strolling leisurely...woman fanning a grave. Her " three inch gold lilies " ' were bandaged up tight, In the deepest of mourning — her clothes too were white.2 Of all the...

...grassy knoll, He sighed — when all at once upon him stole A smothered sound of sorrow and distress, > Mr. Chuang, hearing this, at once got up to see, Who...In the deepest of mourning— her clothes too were white.* Of all the strange things he had read of or heard, This one was by far the most strange and...

...This quiet place just suits my pensive mood, I'll sit and moralize in pleasant solitude.' So, silting down upon a grassy knoll, He sighed — when all at...be, When he saw a young woman fanning a grave. Her ' three-inch gold lilies '* were bandaged up tight In the deepest of mourning — her clothes, too,...

...him stole A smothered sound of sorrow and distress, As if one wept in very bitterness. Mr. Chwang, hearing this, at once got up to see Who the sorrowing...be, When he saw a young woman fanning a grave. Her three-inch gold lilies were bandaged up tight In the deepest of mourning; her clothes, too, were white....

...As if one wept in very bitterness. Mr. Chwang, hearing this, at once got up to see Who the Borrowing mourner could possibly be, When he saw a young woman fanning a grave. Her three-inch gold lilies were bandaged up tight In the deepest of mourning; her clothes, too, were white....

...him stole A smothered sound of sorrow and distress, As if one wept in very bitterness. Mr. Chwang, hearing this, at once got up to see Who the sorrowing...be, When he saw a young woman fanning a grave. Her three-inch gold lilies were bandaged up tight In the deepest of mourning; her clothes, too, were white....