Butterflying
- I spied a butterflying by --
- Afluttering, and gliding nigh,
- Allying wind what did apply,
- And wide the shutters of my eye.
- It stopped, then briefly on a bloom --
- And chiefly copper colored plume,
- And costume topped by checkered groom,
- And resting done, its trip resumed.
- The wonder of a thing so frail,
- Which brings a fund of feelings hale,
- And rails the meadows running pale,
- And sails on wings of stunning scale.
- The summer rays became the day,
- And tamed the hum of busy sway,
- And bade succumb to mindless play,
- And somehow made my cares a bay.
- G. Kittell
2003