38 LÉPIDOPTÉROLOGIE COMPARÉE 



This line of shimmenng ' Az'ure Blues ' 



My heart with rapture thrills; 

 Silver on blue, as the clouds themselves, 



And edged with ermme frills. 

 Boon memories of pensive hours 



Among the gentle hills, 

 And billowy downs of England 



When Sprmg her balm distils. 



Thèse are the pied " ?Ialf-Mourncrs ", 



No mourners sad for me; 

 For they conjure up the olive yards 



And the blue Aegean sea, 

 Where Vardar cornes down singmg 



To the dusty plams, and free 

 The wmds of Heaven make music 



On the heights of Basilic. 



Right royal on bright vermilion 



And orange pinions borne 

 " Aiirora of Provence " reflects 



The saffron-tinted morn, 

 Where the wine-dark Mediterrancan 



Sighs ever a song forlorn, 

 And high in the scented pine trees 



The Zéphyrs wmd their horn. 



Or I o-aze on the " Emperor " laid in state 



In his iris robes, and clear 

 A vista of green oak-forest breaks 



On my sensé, and far and near 

 The fairy flûtes, and violins 



Of the insect choir I hear... 

 The voice of Summer among the leaves 



Made one with the perfect year. 



