I see a dainty butterfly, So winsome and so bright and gay, She calls her mate in passing by. Her call is soft and very shy,— He follows her without delay. I see a dainty butterfly! She flies first low then very high, She seems quite near then far away;— She calls her mate in passing by. She signals him but does not cry, And through the glistening sun's bright ray I see a dainty butterfly. As she goes upward toward the sky She stops, and flies another way— She calls her mate in passing by. A real coquette, at last I cry, And all too well I know your way! I see a dainty butterfly, She calls her mate in passing by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE by GEORGE ROBERT SIMS PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EUCALYPTUS TREES by SISTER BENEDICTION THE CROWN INN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |