The Butterfly, Poem by Alphonse De Lamartine

Poem by Alphonse De Lamartine Collection New Poetic MeditationsPeriod 19th century

Born with the spring, to die with the roses,
On the wing of the zephyr to swim in a pure sky,
Balanced on the breast of flowers barely opened,
To grow drunk on perfumes, on light and on azure,
Shaking, still young, the dust from its wings,
To fly off like a breath to the eternal vaults,
Such is the enchanted destiny of the butterfly!
It resembles desire, which never alights,
And without being satisfied, brushing past everything,
Returns at last to the sky to seek voluptuousness!

Alphonse de Lamartine

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