Beauty
By John A. Wilson
The butterfly floats on delicate wings
With vivid patterns bright and colors pure,
And stately beauty of a thousand kings.
What’ere your melancholy it will cure.
The rose’s beauty is like no other,
With dew-kissed petals and soft blushing hue,
The gentleness of a smiling mother,
With fragrance fresh, the fair lady to woo.
Though it seems such a waste of time to me
Countless poets are laboring to try
To tell what is the more lovely to see,
The blushing rose or the bright butterfly,
For your beauty is greater, I propose,
Than a butterfly perched upon a rose.