| Poems by Women |
THE BUTTERFLY
Alice Freeman Palmer [1855-1902]
I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the
air.
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?
You came to my linden tree
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here
in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.
Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help
me to understand
The eternal mystery.
From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the
blue!
God give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis too!
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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