JUST A POEM

THE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES  by Victor Hugo

The Dawn is smiling on the dew that covers

The teaful roses; lo,  the little lovers

That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings

In jasmine bloom,  and privet, of white wings,

That go and come,  and fly,  and peep and hide,

With muffled music,  murmured far and wide !

Ah, Spring time,  when we think of all the ways,

That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,

Of the fond hearts within a billet bound,

Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound

The messages of love that mortals write

Filled with intoxication of delight,

Written in April,  before the may time

Shredded and flown,  play things for the wind`s play-time,

We dream that all white butterflies above,

Who seek through clouds or waters soul to love,

And leave their lady mistress in despair

To flit to flowers, as kinder or more fair,

Are but torn love-letters,  that through the skies

Flutter,  and float,  and change to Butterflies.