Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Blue-Butterfly Day

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

1. The Peaceful Shepherd
2. The Bonfire
3. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
4. For Once, Then, Something
5. The Egg and the Machine

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