THE butterfly from flower to flower The urchin chas'd; and, when at last He caught it in my lady's bower, He cried, "Ha, ha!" and held it fast. Awhile he laugh'd, but soon he wept, When looking at the prize he'd caught He found he had to ruin swept The very glory he had sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH INFLUENCE by BELLE BEARDEN BARRY |