Lovely butterfly! You're like a fleeting apparition hovering near, Then, soaring through the atmosphere. A guardian angel, gliding through the marching years, Has touched your wings, and brushed them with her tears. A gleaming shape of purest gold, she floated there, Poised daintily on tip-toe, thin mid-air, In the mellow light of that languid moon, Sipping nectar from Diana's spoon. I'd search the world: I'd plight my troth, With nature's God, who moldeth man, If I could be a lovely moth, Carefree and gay -- for one short span. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 22 by ALFRED TENNYSON A STIRRUP-CUP by DOUGLAS AINSLIE EPIGRAM: 28. THE INTELLECTUAL by CALLIMACHUS IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY OF MR. YARKER: MENTEM MORTALIA TANGUNT by JOHN CLOSE WAR IS KIND: 35 by STEPHEN CRANE |