A poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Fly, white butterflies, out to sea,
Frail pale wings for the winds to try,
Small white wings that we scarce can see

Here and there may a chance-caught eye
Note in a score of you twain or three
Brighter or darker of tinge or dye.

Some fly light as a laugh of glee,
Some fly soft as a low long sigh:
All to the haven where each would be

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