The Butterfly Poem by Ann Taylor
The Butterfly
THE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,
Lay up the grain for times of want,
A wise and cautious hoard.
My youth is but a summer's day:
Then like the bee and ant I'll lay
A store of learning by;
And though from flower to flower I rove,
My stock of wisdom I'll improve
Nor be a butterfly.
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And though from flower to flower I rove, My stock of wisdom I will improve Not be a butterfly. Beautiful and meaningful inference. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/11/2024 10:21:27 PM # 1.0.0
wonderful poem