Nature
The Butterfly
From Poems of Coleridge, selected by Arthur Symons (1905)
Nature
The Butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul's fair emblem, and its only name--
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of earthly life!--For in this mortal frame
Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
Manifold motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.
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MLA
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. “The Butterfly.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge/46/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. “The Butterfly.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge/46/.
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