A BUTTERFLY, wing-weary, came to find A sweet seclusion from the amorous wind, Deep in the pine woods, where the dusky trees Shut in the forest's sounding silences With close-twined boughs from which the breeze has blown The fragrance-breathing fragments of the cone. Deeply she drank the nectar of repose. Spreading her downy wings all veined with rose, Upon the gray-green mosses, cool and dank, Languished the sprite, and in a swoon she sank, While a delicious numbness born of death Stilled the soft wings that stirred with each faint breath. One summer morning, while the languid breeze Strayed with a languid murmur thro' the trees, It breathed a kiss upon a folded pair Of pink flushed wings -- and found them rooted there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON TREKKING THE HILLS OF NORTHERN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE |