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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chrysalises</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The little girl, though very ill,<br>Went out one morning<br>To wander, with faltering footsteps,<br>The nearby hill.<br>She brought back mountain flowers<br>In which she hid<br>A chrysalis and, unknowing, set it<br>Close beside her bed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A few days later, at the moment<br>She lay dying,<br>We all gathered round, our eyes<br>Red with crying,<br>And at the instant she departed<br>The whisper of wings<br>Was heard, and through the window,<br>Taking flight, escaping<br>Into the waiting garden, wafted<br>A golden butterfly.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hurriedly, I searched for the insect’s<br>Now empty prison,<br>Then turned my gaze to the dead child’s<br>Pallid brow.<br>If the winged butterfly, I thought, leaves<br>Its confining cell<br>To find light and space and the immensity<br>Of golden fields,<br>What shall the newly freed soul find when<br>It bursts its shell?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jose+Asuncion+Silva">Jose Asuncion Silva</a></strong></div>

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