Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mariposa

BUTTERFLIES are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour:
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer em to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.

1. MacDougal Street
2. Thursday
3. The Bean-Stalk
4. Departure
5. The Suicide

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