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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

A Dead Butterfly

By Edgar Fawcett (1847–1904)

[From Romance and Revery. 1886.]

IMMORTAL were you named when earth was young,

Yet here, with wings where florid fire still stays,

On the cold strand of death I find you flung,

Blent with its desultory waifs and strays!

Ah! blithe and lovely Bedouin of the air,

Once to such revelling life so richly wed,

Well might I dream, while gazing on you there,

That immortality itself lay dead!