Poems for Children Sigourney/The Bee and Butterfly

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4031569Poems for Children SigourneyThe Bee and Butterfly1836Lydia Sigourney


The Bee and Butterfly.


"Come, neighbour Bee," said Butterfly,
    "And spend a merry hour,
For cloudless is the summer sky,
    And fragrant every flower;

The Humming-bird a party gives,
    Closed by a ball in state,
A fashionable life she lives,
    I'll shew you to the fête.

Here is her card, she sent it down,
    She meant to call, no doubt,
But knew your Queen was apt to frown,
    And you are always out."


But to the Butterfly, the Bee
    Replied, with serious brow,
"Suppose you work an hour with me,
    I'm not at leisure now.

By daily industry I live,
    Say, will you aid my task?
And bear this pollen to the hive,
    If I do what you ask?

Perhaps you'd better toil a while
    For your own winter store,
For Summer wears a fleeting smile,
    And Autumn's at the door."

"Good bye," the Butterfly rejoin'd,
    "You've grown a mope, I see,
There's nothing hurts a brilliant mind,
    Like stupid industry."

And so, the Bee with cheerful care,
    Pursued on pinions light,
Thro' the vast regions of the air,
    Her trackless path aright.


The tallest trees she ventured up,
    And scal'd the vine-clad wall,
Singing and tasting every cup,
    But temperate in all.

One morn, as from her honied cell,
    'Mid Autumn's frost she sped,
Beneath a flowret's wither'd bell
    The Butterfly lay dead.