My Butterfly | Poem by Robert Frost
My Butterfly Poem ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,And the daft sun-assaulter, heThat frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:Saave only me(Nor is it sad to thee!)Save only meThere is none left to mourn thee in the fields. The gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;Its two banks … Read more…