As A Butterfly Renew'D, When In Life I Breath'D My Last, To The Spots My Flight I Wing, Scenes Of Heav'Nly Rapture Past, Over Meadows, To The Spring, Round The Hill, And Through The Wood. Soon A Tender Pair I Spy, And I Look Down From My Seat On The Beauteous Maiden'S Head When Embodied There I Meet All I Lost As Soon As Dead, Happy As Before Am I. Him She Clasps With Silent Smile, And His Mouth The Hour Improves, Sent By Kindly Deities; First From Breast To Mouth It Roves, Then From Mouth To Hands It Flies, And I Round Him Sport The While. And She Sees Me Hov'Ring Near; Trembling At Her Lovers Rapture, Up She Springs I Fly Away, "Dearest! Let'S The Insect Capture Come! I Long To Make My Prey Yonder Pretty Little Dear!"