Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour:
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
More Poetry from Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems based on Topics: Death & Dying, Flowers, Butterflies- [Four Sonnets (1922)] (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Bluebeard (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Interim (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- The Suicide (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)