Poems (Millay)/Mariposa

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blueIn this field we wander through.Suffer me to take your hand.Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knewWill be ashes in that hour.Mark the transient butterfly,How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your hand.Suffer me to cherish youTill the dawn is in the sky.Whether I be false or true,Death comes in a day or two.