On many a warm summer day the Ephemera, the fly that lives but for a day, had danced around his crown—had lived, enjoyed, and felt happy; and then the tiny creature had rested for a moment in quiet bliss on one of the great fresh Oak leaves; and then the Tree always said,
'Poor little thing! Your whole life is but a single day! How very short! It's quite melancholy.'
'Melancholy! Why do you say that?' the Ephemera would then always reply. 'It's wonderfully bright, warm, and beautiful all around me, and that makes me rejoice.'
'But only one day, and then it's all done!'
'Done!' repeated the Ephemera. 'What's the meaning of done? Are you done, too?'
'No; I shall perhaps live for thousands of your days, and my day is whole seasons long! It's something so long, that you can't at all manage to reckon it out.'
'No? then I don't understand you. You say you have thousands of my days; but I have thousands of moments, in which I can be merry and happy. Does all the beauty of this world cease when you die!'
'No,' replied the Tree; 'it will certainly last much longer—far longer than I can possibly think.'
'Well, then, we have the same time, only that we reckon differently.'
And the Ephemera danced and floated in the air, and rejoiced in her delicate wings of gauze and velvet, and rejoiced in the balmy breezes laden with the fragrance of the meadows and of wild roses and elder flowers, of the garden hedges, wild thyme, and mint, and daisies; the scent of these was all so strong that the Ephemera was almost intoxicated. The day was long and beautiful, full of joy and of sweet feeling, and when the sun sank low the little fly felt very agreeably tired of all its happiness and enjoyment. The delicate wings would not carry it any more, and quietly and slowly it glided down upon the soft grass-blade, nodded its head as well as it could nod, and went quietly to sleep—and was dead.
'Poor little Ephemera!' said the Oak. 'That was a terribly short life!'
And on every summer day the same dance was repeated, the same question and answer, and the same sleep. The
