INSECT or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, Poised upon slender tip, and quivering To flight! a flower of the fields of air; A jewelled moth; a butterfly, with rare And tender tints upon his downy wing, A moment resting in our happy sight; A flower held captive by a thread so slight Its petal-wings of broidered gossamer Are, light as the wind, with every wind astir, -- Wafting sweet odor, faint and exquisite. O dainty nursling of the field and sky, What fairer thing looks up to heaven's blue And drinks the noontide sun, the dawning's dew? Thou winged bloom! thou blossom-butterfly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS GYPSY-HEART by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT INSCRIPTION FOR THE DOOR OF [BROWNRIGG'S] CELL IN NEWGATE by GEORGE CANNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MORTAL LOVER by EDWARD CARPENTER |