This was your butterfly, you see—  
  His fine wings made him vain:  
  The caterpillars crawl, but he  
  Passed them in rich disdain.—  
  My pretty boy says, Let him be  
  Only a worm again!
After Wings (1892).
This was your butterfly, you see—  
  His fine wings made him vain:  
  The caterpillars crawl, but he  
  Passed them in rich disdain.—  
  My pretty boy says, Let him be  
  Only a worm again!
After Wings (1892).