Fair Child of Sun and Summer! we behold <br />With eager eyes thy wings bedropp'd with gold; <br />The purple spots that o'er thy mantle spread, <br />The sapphire's lively blue, the ruby's red, <br />Ten thousand various blended tints surprise, <br />Beyond the rainbow's hues or peacock's eyes: <br />Not Judah's king in eastern pomp array'd, <br />Whose charms allur'd from far the Sheban maid, <br />High on his glitt'ring throne, like you could shine <br />(Nature's completest miniature divine): <br />For thee the rose her balmy buds renews, <br />And silver lillies fill their cups with dews; <br />Flora for thee the laughing fields perfumes, <br />For thee Pomona sheds her choicest blooms, <br />Soft Zephyr wafts thee on his gentlest gales <br />O'er Hackwood's sunny hill and verdant vales; <br />For thee, gay queen of insects! do we rove <br />From walk to walk, from beauteous grove to grove; <br />And let the critics know, whose pedant pride <br />And awkward jests our sprightly sport deride: <br />That all who honours, fame, or wealth pursue, <br />Change but the name of things--they hunt for you.<br /><br />Joseph Warton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-on-a-butterfly/
