I see a dainty butterfly, So winsome and so bright and gay, She calls her mate in passing by. Her call is soft and very shy,— He follows her without delay. I see a dainty butterfly! She flies first low then very high, She seems quite near then far away;— She calls her mate in passing by. She signals him but does not cry, And through the glistening sun's bright ray I see a dainty butterfly. As she goes upward toward the sky She stops, and flies another way— She calls her mate in passing by. A real coquette, at last I cry, And all too well I know your way! I see a dainty butterfly, She calls her mate in passing by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL CRITIC by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |