There will be butterflies,
There will be summer skies
And flowers upthrust,
When all that Caesar bids,
And all the pyramids
Are dust.
There will be gaudy wings
Over the bones of things,
And never grief:
Who says that summer skies,
Who says that butterflies,
Are brief?
There will be summer skies
And flowers upthrust,
When all that Caesar bids,
And all the pyramids
Are dust.
There will be gaudy wings
Over the bones of things,
And never grief:
Who says that summer skies,
Who says that butterflies,
Are brief?
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2 comments:
Smukt, smukt digt.
Ja, det synes jeg også :-) Da jeg var stødt på billedet af sommerfugle-soluret, måtte jeg prøve at finde en kilde til det meget passende citat. Og det blev det jo ikke værre af...
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