LITTLE fluttering beauteous fly, With azure wing of softest dye, Hither fairy wanton hie, Nor fear to lose thy liberty: For I would view, thou silly thing, The colours of thy velvet wing. Its lovely melting tints outvie The glories of the summer sky. Can pencil imitate the hue, So soft, so delicate a blue ? Well I know thy life is short, One transient hour of idle sport: Enjoy that little halcyon hour, And kiss each fair and fragrant flower; No more I'll stay thy mazy flight, For short thy moments of delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FATA MORGANA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DEAD CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |