The butterfly from flower to flower <br /> The urchin chas’d; and, when at last <br />He caught it in my lady’s bower, <br /> He cried, “Ha, ha!” and held it fast. <br /> <br />Awhile he laugh’d, but soon he wept, <br /> When looking at the prize he’d caught <br />He found he had to ruin swept <br /> The very glory he had sought<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-butterfly-5/
