Haniel Long

(9 March 1888 – 17 October 1956 / Rangoon, Burma)


Poem by Haniel Long

There will be butterflies,
There will be summer skies
And flowers upthrust,
When all that Caesar bids,
And all the pyramids
Are dust.

There will be gaudy wings
Over the bones of things,
And never grief:
Who says that summer skies,
Who says that butterflies,
Are brief?

Comments about Butterflies by Haniel Long

  • Rajesh ThankappanRajesh Thankappan (12/21/2014 1:57:00 AM)

    An interesting poem. Yes, life will carry on inconsequential to the fate of man on earth.(Report)Reply

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  • Okoye Charles ChukwudiOkoye Charles Chukwudi (4/3/2012 5:20:00 AM)

    Nice lines.....nature will still exist and its sway on earth will still be felt far after the human race and civilization is gone....i think thats the theme.....good poem....keep it up...kudos(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003