BUTTERFLIES, and treasure Of buds that crowd the green; Sunshine without measure; Silvern days of leisure; Hearts too full of pleasure;— April—and Thirteen. Books and half beginnings; Rains, with lights between; Pangs o'er fancied sinnings; Toils, with rose-leaved innings; Losses matched with winnings;— Maytime—and Sixteen. Dreams, with dim regrettings; Storms and blinding sheen; Gains, with griefs for frettings; Jewels, in crushed settings; Wounds, salved with forgettings;— June—July—Nineteen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS |