LÉPIDOPTÉROLOGIE CO^IPARÉE 37 



MY BUTTERFLIES 



A cabinet of butterflies — 



" Fond, useless toys ", you say, 

 But, every one to me a prize 



Made dearer day by day 

 As the years go by, and summer hours 



Vanish with brief delay : 

 For each, " a thnig of beauty rare 



Is a joy for ever and aye. 



So sang dnnic Eunpides, 



And true are his words of gold : 

 A.nd every butter fly slecping liere 



Can a dream of delight unfold. 

 Visions of alpine soHtudes, 



And cataracts pouring cold 

 Through glacier gardens aster-starred 



Thèse dark Ercbïas hold. 



Chrysophanus with wings of flame 



The marshlands of Garonne 

 Brings back, where I hâve wandered far 



Contented, and alone 

 With Nature; or where, day and night 



Broods from his golden throne 

 The arctic sun on silent mères 



Where never a sail is blown. 



