The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn’t know its Name
And hasn’t any tax to pay
And hasn’t any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that’s the way to grieve —


  1. ea says:

    Thanks for mentioning that “never sigh” bit, Ems. Too bad you aren’t as oft read as you need to be.

  2. kayla forsythe says:

    that is a nice poem

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