Butterflies

“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing.”

“Butterflies … not quite birds as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.”

“Diaphanous, roseate,Vibrations of the great Unknown.”

“I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,Where roses and lilies and violets meet.”

“Gray sail against the sky,Or are you only the blind wind's blowing?”

“With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.”

“Far out at sea,—the sun was high, Far out at sea.”

“The gold-barr'd butterflies to and froAnd drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.”

“And many an ante-natal tombWhere butterflies dream of the life to come.”

“Much converse do I find in thee,A solemn image to my heart.”