Fly, white butterflies, out to sea, <br />Frail pale wings for the winds to try, <br />Small white wings that we scarce can see <br /> Fly. <br /> <br />Here and there may a chance-caught eye <br />Note in a score of you twain or three <br />Brighter or darker of tinge or dye. <br /> <br />Some fly light as a laugh of glee, <br />Some fly soft as a low long sigh: <br />All to the haven where each would be <br /> Fly.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/envoi-2/
