The Butterfly - Poem by Joseph Skipsey
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
Comments about The Butterfly by Joseph Skipsey
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.