Little fluttering beauteous fly,
With azure wing of softest dye,
Hither fairy wanton hie,
Nor fear to lose thy liberty:

For I would view, thou silly thing,
The colours of thy velvet wing.
Its lovely melting tints outvie
The glories of the summer sky.

Can pencil imitate the hue,
So soft, so delicate a blue ?
Well I know thy life is short,
One transient hour of idle sport:

Enjoy that little halcyon hour,
And kiss each fair and fragrant flower;
No more I'll stay thy mazy flight,
For short thy moments of delight.
Felicia Dorothea Browne-Hemans
(1793-1835)