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THE butterfly loves the rose, / He flutters around her bed, / Till the soft curled leaves unclose, / And she raises her darling head.
He whispers of dawn and of dew, / Of love, and the heart of love, / Of worship, timid and true, / And she takes no joy thereof.
But when, through the noon's blind heat, / The arrogant bee flaunts by, / She yields him her heart's hid sweet, / And he leaves her alone, to die.
The depth of her dying bliss / Her grief-white butterfly knows: / And the bee laughs low in the kiss / Of another, a redder rose.