O'ER the yellow crocus on the lawn Floats a light white butterfly. Breezes waft it! See, 'tis gone! Dushka, little soul, when didst thou die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES: 4. EVENING (NAHANT) by SARA TEASDALE LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE WELCOME, LITTLE STRANGER (BY A DISPLACED THREE-YEAR-OLD) by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |