The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders forth his men. He says "The time is almost here When violets bloom again." Adown the road the fickle rout Goes flashing proud and bold, Adown the road the fickle rout Goes flashing proud and bold, Adown the road the fickle rout Goes flashing proud and bold, They shiver by the shallow pools, They shiver by the shallow pools, They shiver by the shallow pools, And whimper of the cold. They drink and drink. A frail pretense! They love to pose and preen. Each pool is but a looking glass, Where their sweet wings are seen. Each pool is but a looking glass, Where their sweet wings are seen. Each pool is but a looking glass, Where their sweet wings are seen. Gentlemen adventurers! Gypsies every whit! They live on what they steal. Their wings By briars are frayed a bit. Their loves are light. They have no house. And if it rains today, They'll climb into your cattle-shed, They'll climb into your cattle-shed, They'll climb into your cattle-shed, And hide them in the hay, And hide them in the hay, And hide them in the hay, And hide them in the hay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE HOLLYHOCKS by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER by VINCENT BOURNE AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OCTOBER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TRUCE IN LOVE ENTREATED by THOMAS CAREW EPITAPH ON MY DEAR COUSIN GERMAN MRS. OLIVE COTTON by ASTON COCKAYNE |