Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.98

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	("Roses et Papillons.") {XXVII., Dec. 7, 1834.} The grave receives us all: Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweet Why do ye linger, say? Will ye not dwell together as is meet? Somewhere high in the air Would thy wing seek a home 'mid sunny skies, In mead or mossy dell— If there thy odors longest, sweetest rise. Have where ye will your dwelling, Or breath or tint whose praise we sing; Butterfly shining bright, Full-blown or bursting rosebud, flow'r or wing. Dwell together ye fair, 'Tis a boon to the loveliest given; Perchance ye then may choose your home On the earth or in heaven. W.C. WESTBROOK A SIMILE. ("Soyez comme l'oiseau.") {XXXIII. vi.} Thou art like the bird That alights and sings Though the frail spray bends— For he knows he has wings. FANNY KEMBLE (BUTLER)
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required