THE butterfly from flower to flower The urchin chas'd; and, when at last He caught it in my lady's bower, He cried, "Ha, ha!" and held it fast. Awhile he laugh'd, but soon he wept, When looking at the prize he'd caught He found he had to ruin swept The very glory he had sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 5. SHE THINKS OF THE FAITHFUL ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |