BUTTERFLIES.
Reading edition
IF we, my deary, were butterflies, with pur-
ple winglets and golden eyes,
We would not adore the roses alway, and no-
body else, on a sunny day.
If we, my baby, were butterflies, with purple
winglets and golden eyes,
Far away, far away, over land or sea, we would
come to the honey we love in thee.