AS a butterfly renew'd, <br /> <br />When in life I breath'd my last, <br /> <br /> To the spots my flight I wing, <br /> <br />Scenes of heav'nly rapture past, <br /> <br /> Over meadows, to the spring, <br />Round the hill, and through the wood. <br /> <br />Soon a tender pair I spy, <br /> <br />And I look down from my seat <br /> <br /> On the beauteous maiden's head-- <br /> <br />When embodied there I meet <br /> <br /> All I lost as soon as dead, <br />Happy as before am I. <br /> <br />Him she clasps with silent smile, <br /> <br />And his mouth the hour improves, <br /> <br /> Sent by kindly Deities; <br /> <br />First from breast to mouth it roves, <br /> <br /> Then from mouth to hands it flies, <br />And I round him sport the while. <br /> <br />And she sees me hov'ring near; <br /> <br />Trembling at her lovers rapture, <br /> <br /> Up she springs--I fly away, <br /> <br />"Dearest! let's the insect capture <br /> <br /> Come! I long to make my prey <br />Yonder pretty little dear!"<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mischievous-joy/
