Ann Taylor

Here you will find the Poem The Butterfly of poet Ann Taylor

The Butterfly

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, 
My stock of wisdom I'll improve
Nor be a butterfly.