Capitolo 74
Fragrant, and fresh, and equitable,
A small worm came on all four walking to from,
And it implored there a refuge.
"Ah! pity and it loves me", sighed the worm,
"I am solitary, poor, and weak;
A small stain for a remain-place,
Dear flowers, are everybody that I look for.
I am not equitable, and it have non beloved dwelt
From butterfly, bird and bee.
Them few knew that in this dark form
Placed the beauty that they can still see.
Then allow me to lie in the green and deep musk,
And it plots my small grave,
And my long sleep sleeps, not broken
You cultivate Spring first come flowers.
Then desire I enter a more equitable suit,
And Your kind care refunds
From the thankful love of the humble worm;
Kind flowers, Or allowed me to be!"
But the wild rose showed its small thorns,
While his/her soft face burnt with pride;
The violet hid under of the ferns that bend,
And the daisy turned apart.
Small Houstonia disdainfully laughed,
As she danced on his/her slender stem;
While the fragrant spring turned to the waves that ripple,
And he/she talked to low voice the history to them.
A grass from the blue eyes looked down on the worm,
As it silently turned street,
And he/she cried, "You fade damage our delicate leaves,
And therefore you cansts are not."
Then a sweet voice, soft, called far out of,
"Comes of here, poor worm, to me;
The sun lies warm in this calm stain,
And I will divide my house with thee."
The flowers that ask looked above for seeing
Who had offered a house the worm:
'T was a clover-flower which fluttering leaves
Seemed to make him a sign to come;
It dwelt in a small nook exposed to the sun,
Where fresh winds rustled from,
And murmuring bees and butterflies came,
On the breast of the flower to lie.
Down through the he/she leaves the stole of light of the sun,
And it seemed to linger there,
As if it loved to make the house
Of a so sweet and equitable.