A BUTTERFLY, wing-weary, came to find A sweet seclusion from the amorous wind, Deep in the pine woods, where the dusky trees Shut in the forest's sounding silences With close-twined boughs from which the breeze has blown The fragrance-breathing fragments of the cone. Deeply she drank the nectar of repose. Spreading her downy wings all veined with rose, Upon the gray-green mosses, cool and dank, Languished the sprite, and in a swoon she sank, While a delicious numbness born of death Stilled the soft wings that stirred with each faint breath. One summer morning, while the languid breeze Strayed with a languid murmur thro' the trees, It breathed a kiss upon a folded pair Of pink flushed wings -- and found them rooted there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON AFTERMATH by SIEGFRIED SASSOON LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE by LUCY A. K. ADEE |