Something Wonderful

The Dragonfly

When the heat of the summer

Made drowsy the land,

A dragonfly came

And sat on my hand,

With its blue jointed body,

And wings of spun glass

It lit on my fingers

As though they were grass.

—Eleanor Farjeon

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