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 birth6
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