Question

Explain the lines: "Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now."​

Answer 1

Answer:

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;

Self-poised upon that yellow flower

And, little Butterfly! indeed

I know not if you sleep or feed.

How motionless!–not frozen seas

More motionless! and then

What joy awaits you, when the breeze

Hath found you out among the trees,

And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;

My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;

Here rest your wings when they are weary;

Here lodge as in a sanctuary!

Come often to us, fear no wrong;

Sit near us on the bough!

We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,

And summer days, when we were young;

Sweet childish days, that were as long

As twenty days are now.

Answer 2

Answer :

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flower

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeed

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!–not frozen seas

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!–not frozen seasMore motionless! and then

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!–not frozen seasMore motionless! and thenWhat joy awaits you, when the breeze

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!–not frozen seasMore motionless! and thenWhat joy awaits you, when the breezeHath found you out among the trees,

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;Self-poised upon that yellow flowerAnd, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!–not frozen seasMore motionless! and thenWhat joy awaits you, when the breezeHath found you out among the trees,And calls you forth again!