This apostrophe to a butterfly was written by Alice Freeman Palmer:
I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the air;
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?
You came to this linden-tree
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.
Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help me to understand
The eternal mystery.
From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God, give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis, too!
(1537)