The Butterflies.
The butterflies, like pansies,
freed1
From earthy ties, make airy sport ;2
They dally with the wistful weed,3
Or to the meadow-queen pay court.4
The butterflies—like thoughts of mine,5
Forgetful of their lowly birth—6
Are brave in all the summer shine7
And merry in the moment’s mirth.8
The butterflies and I must go.9
Ah, well ! To-day has yet to pass ;10
And we are quite content to know11
The blue skies and the sunny grass.12