Fly, white butterflies, out to sea,
Frail pale wings for the winds to try,
Small white wings that we scarce can see
Fly.

Here and there may a chance-caught eye
Note in a score of you twain or three
Brighter or darker of tinge or dye.

Some fly light as a laugh of glee,
Some fly soft as a low long sigh:
All to the haven where each would be
Fly. 

Added: May 20 2005 | Viewed: 460 times | Comments (0)

Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne
Poem: Envoi

There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Envoi, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it. Of course you can also always discuss poems by Algernon Charles Swinburne with others on the Poetry Connection poetry forum!