But it is long ago--

It seems forever--

Since first I saw thee glance,

WIth all thy dazzling other ones,

In airy dalliance,

Precipitate in love,

Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above,

Like a linp rose-wreath in a fairy dance.

Robert Frost

The Butterfly upon the Sky,

That doesn't know its Name

And hasn't any tax to pay

And hasn't any Home

Is just as high as you and I,

And higher, I believe,

So soar away and never sigh

And that's the way to grieve --

                                                                 Emily Dickinson