The Butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly, where are you going?

Do you dine today with the regal rose

Or nectar sip with the lilies blowing

In the golden noontide's sweet repose?

Away, away, on silken pinions,

Gay guest of Flora's proudest minions.

 

Or will you pause midst the fragrant clover

And their humbler viands not despise,

While the proud tuberoses wait their lover

And the pansies smile from their velvet eyes?

Away, away, on dainty pinions

Gay guest in Flora's fair dominions.

 

Martha Lavinia Hoffman

 

Done