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Or sometimes they settled on the white and wax like blooms of the plant that creeps and clambers about the trees of the forest; and their purple wings flashed out on the great blossoms as, when the caravans go from Nurl to Thace, the gleaming silks flash out upon the snow, where the crafty merchants spread them one by one to astonish the mountaineers of the Hills of Noor. But upon men and beasts the sun sent drowsiness. OR SOMETIMES THEY SETTLED ON THE WHITE AND WAX LIKE BLOOMS OF THE PLANT THAT CREEPS AND CLAMBERS ABOUT THE TREES OF THE FOREST AND THEIR PURPLE WINGS FLASHED OUT ON THE GREAT BLOSSOMS AS WHEN THE CARAVANS GO FROM NERL TO FACE THE GLEAMING SILKS FLASH OUT UPON THE SNOW WHERE THE CRAFTY MERCHANTS SPREAD THEM ONE BY ONE TO ASTONISH THE MOUNTAINEERS OF THE HILLS OF NUER BUT UPON MEN AND BEASTS THE SUN SENT DROWSINESS
 to human ears, as well as those whose far more numerous notes have been never heard by man. To these a rainy day had been as an era of war that should desolate continents during all the lifetime of a man. And there came out also from the dark and steaming jungle to behold and rejoice in the Sun the huge and lazy butterflies. And they danced, but danced idly, on the ways of the air, as some haughty queen of distant conquered lands might in her poverty and exile dance, in some encampment of the gipsies, for the mere bread to live by, but beyond that would never abate her pride to dance for a fragment more. And the butterflies sung of strange and painted things, of purple orchids and of lost pink cities and the monstrous colours of the jungle's decay. And they, too, were among those whose voices are not discernible by human ears. And as they floated above the river, going from forest to forest, their splendour was matched by the inimical beauty of the birds who darted out to pursue them. SE NOTES ARE KNOWN TO HUMAN EARS AS WELL AS THOSE WHOSE FAR MORE NUMEROUS NOTES HAVE NEVER BEEN HEARD BY MAN TO THESE A RAINY DAY HAD BEEN AS AN ERA OF WAR THAT SHOULD DESOLATE CONTINENTS DURING ALL THE LIFETIME OF A MAN AND THERE CAME OUT ALSO FROM THE DARK AND STEAMING JUNGLE TO BEHOLD AND REJOICE IN THE SUN THE HUGE AND LAZY BUTTERFLIES AND THEY DANCED BUT DANCED IDLY ON THE WAYS OF THE AIR AS SOME HAUGHTY QUEEN OF DISTANT CONQUERED LANDS MIGHT IN HER POVERTY AND EXILE DANCE IN SOME ENCAMPMENT OF THE GIPSIES FOR THE MERE BREAD TO LIVE BY BUT BEYOND THAT WOULD NEVER ABATE HER PRIDE COULD DANCE FOR A FRAGMENT MORE AND THE BUTTERFLIES SUNG OF STRANGE AND PAINTED THINGS OF PURPLE ORCHIDS AND OF LOST PINK CITIES AND THE MONSTROUS COLORS OF THE JUNGLE'S DECAY AND THEY TOO WERE AMONG THOSE WHOSE VOICES ARE NOT DISCERNIBLE BY HUMAN EARS AND AS THEY FLOATED ABOVE THE RIVER GOING FROM FOREST TO FOREST THEIR SPLENDOR WAS MATCHED BY THE INIMICAL BEAUTY OF THE BIRDS WHO DARTED OUT TO PURSUE THEM
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