Here you will find the Poem The Butterfly of poet Augusta Davies Webster
VIATOR loquitur 'Royal in purple and gold and red, Free, and unknowing sorrow, Blithely and lithely to and fro, With flowers for thy choosing still a-blow, Flaunt through the idle noon: But the day is short and the summer sped, And alas for the end of joy so soon; The days are short and the rose is dead, And thou wilt be dying to-morrow.' BUTTERFLY loquitur 'Sunshine and blossoms are on my way; What is thy talk of sorrow? Blithe on the wing, with the flowers for rest, Hither and thither as likes me best: Oh! the joy of the while! Minutes are many to bask and to play, The earth is glad and the blue skies smile; Minutes are many and joy is to-day; Dying is far till to-morrow.'
