Alice Dunbar-Nelson (Элис Данбар-Нельсон)

Love and the Butterfly

I heard a merry voice one day
And glancing at my side,
Fair Love, all breathless, flushed with play,
A butterfly did ride.
"Whither away, oh sportive boy?"
I asked, he tossed his head;
Laughing aloud for purest joy,
And past me swiftly sped.

Next day I heard a plaintive cry
And Love crept in my arms;
Weeping he held the butterfly,
Devoid of all its charms.
Sweet words of comfort, whispered I
Into his dainty ears,
But Love still hugged the butterfly,
And bathed its wounds with tears.

1. Legend of the Newspaper
2. To the Negro Farmers of the United States
3. Paul to Virginia
4. To Madame Curie
5. The Lights at Carney’s Point

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