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Augusta Davies Webster - The ButterflyAugusta Davies Webster - The Butterfly
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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."
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