It seemed as if all butterflies that flew,
By some attractive fragrance in the air
Too subtle for man’s finding, settled there;
The scarlet-ounced Apollo came to view
His mate more beauteous in her bridal hue;
Thither fritillaries floated large and fair
Like burnished bronze, and wings shone every-
That made the grass to blossom violet-blue.
And thither golden-green the beetles came,
With fragile things of emerald gauze and light,
That rested till some sudden ecstasy
Caught them and cast them sunward;—ah!
These all are lovers, followers of one flame,
Their day how brief, how glad, they fear no night!
(Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy, p. 114)