To a Butterfly

by George Herbert Clarke
Butterfly,
Flutter by,
Under and over,
Haunting the clover,
Each flashing wing
Fashioning
Quivering glories,
Luminous stories!

Life in a miniature!
Swiftly to win a pure
Realm of ideals,
Hoping it heals.

The best, the best
Is the endless quest.

Is hopefulness vain
To feel or to feign?
Know you not, save to say:
“It is glittering, glittering day,—

“The sun to me sings,
Beauty dowers my wings,
All of joy I attain.”—
Flutter by,
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