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The Butterfly

Rating: 2.8

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,
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ashis ku nayak,bdk 02 April 2019

wonderful poem

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Mayil Vijay 02 May 2018

Amazing poem,it is so interesting that I have read this poem ?? times n i want to read more

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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 April 2016

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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