Butterflies

"The gold-barrd butterflies to and fro And over the waterside wanderd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow."

"Diaphanous, roseate, Floating before us Butterflies … butterflies — Vibrations of the great Unknown."

"Some butterflies, notably the , and feed on and can be found on damaged areas of tree trunks. They are also attracted to the smell of dung and manure."

"With the rose the butterflys deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The suns sweet ray is hovering found."

"The butterflys floating magnificence crosses Our lawn for a moment, then flutters beyond."

"He looked out sentimentally at his friends: the ethereal castanets of the butterflies."

"But these are flowers that fly and all but sing."

"Butterflies … not quite birds as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures."

"Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going Or are you only the blind winds blowing?"

"Id be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet."

"Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things."

"And many an ante-natal tomb Where butterflies dream of the life to come."